I feel old.

20 years ago, Kitty was born.

My little blonde-haired, blue-eyed, mini-me (in personality only... obviously, due to the whole blonde vs red, blue vs green reality) is no longer a teenager.

It seems like yesterday I started university, moving into residence and away from her and Kiki. It's amazing how fast the time has flown by. At that time, she was just beginning highschool and here she is, the summer before third-year university. A brilliant, strong, hilarious, sickenly sweet human being.

We alternated between being sisterly pals, with me doing her hair, having sleepovers, chatting about anything and everything, to being great enemies. Since I've left, we've become more than sisterly pals, we've become great friends. Some of the best. Someone that even if I wasn't a four-year-old fortunate enough to have her come along as a baby sister, I would choose as a friend. I'm so in awe of her and the amazing person she has become, and to some extent, has always been.

She's been filling my life with joy (on and off) for the past 20 years. Thank you, dear Kitty, for being born. I know not what I would do without you.

Love, your big sister.