Sitting alone during break years ago, my consciousness buried deep inside the welcoming trenches of a book, she spoke to me first. Agreeing to help watch over her book, I did not know how important she would become to me.
I did not know about the laughs that would follow in the years to come, the inside jokes, the shared fears, the blind trust we would give each other. But when I needed someone to anchor me to the world, she was there for me first. And when I opened up, she was the one who heard my story first. It's only fitting that now I'm writing my first story for her.
For my anchor. For my refuge. And even if not by blood,
For my older sister.
I love you.
I've met some amazing people in the world, but she was the one who taught me how to look for the good in it first. She's not on wtw, but I felt like this suited the prompt well and she agreed to let me publish it so yay :))