I Love My Little Sister Novels & Stories

' She looked at me, her eyebrow burrowed in concentration. 'What are you thinking about? You're too young to be thinking about stuffs, you know?' I leaned back to stare at her, her expression gave nothing away. I burst into laughter. She joined in. 'Really, Moji?'. She laughed again and my heart soared with love for her. I love my sister. I love her so much. I thought it was impossible to love someone this much after Mom died but then Aunty Wura happened and subsequently Moji and now, I can't imagine my life without her.

Use a tissue or a cloth or whatever just don't spoil my letter. So bestie, I love you. I love you so much. I never believed in meeting someone and instantly connecting with them on the spot but it happened so naturally with you. I just loved being around you. You made me feel better... And I never told you this, but you were like the sister I never had..

She says looking at the muffins mom used to make, I made them because I miss her. I pat her on the shoulder and smiled at her. This is my sister, no matter how badly she treats me, she will remain my little sister. “She would have been proud of the woman you turned out to be,” I told her and she gave me a small smile. I felt warmth in my heart when I saw that smile, I can’t remember the last time she smiled at me.

Elise. I didn't realize how much I loved my little sister until I lost her. When she was born, I was so jealous of her because she got all the attention from my parents, but then she became my little best friend; she was so cute. A tear escaped from my eyes and slowly rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. I couldn't cry; I wouldn't cry. I just needed to close my eyes and sleep. -Anaís- Elise's sweet voice filled my ears. "Let’s play!"

“You said she, direct quote, ‘knew every passenger with an upside-down pineapple on their cabin door’ after that cruise.” “Yeah, and not because she liked fruit.” “Oh, I think there was probably some eating of—” “Don’t.” Scott held up a warning index finger. “What I’m saying is, you just got out of an engagement. I know what you’re like on the rebound. And she will decimate your heart. She’s brutal.” “I like that kind of confidence,” I needled him. “It’s sexy.” “I know you’re fucking with me,” he prefaced his statement, “but I’m serious. She’s my sister. I love her, and I would bust anyone’s face in a heartbeat if they hurt her. But it’s more likely you would get hurt.”

I took in one deep breath, "kid, if you wanna tell me something feel free to do so okay... nothing you say will ever make me love you any less... you are my sister and I'll always be here for you...." She pulled me into a hug, "thank you so much.. that means a lot..." I smiled, "you mean a lot to me. So your well being comes first okay... so anything.. talk..." She got up, "I'll go dish up for us so we can chill.. if you don't have plans..." I looked at my watch, it was around 11am. I didn't have plans coz the only plans I was planning on having got ruined when I mentioned a stupid kiss. So I shook my head and tried to smile at my little sister, "I'd love that..."

her father said, his voice calm but his message clear. “I won’t disgrace you, Father. I promise,” her step-sister replied, her voice sweeter than candy, lilting and confident. Elsa swallowed, knowing she could never hope to match her sister. Even her voice sounded like a sweet melody. Everything about her sister was made to be praised, adored, and loved. “You.” Her father’s sharp call made Elsa’s stomach twist. She flinched; “You” had always been the name reserved for her, cold, distant, a reminder that she was nothing more than an obligation.

Then he leaned in and said playfully, “Don’t even think about it, man. She might be all grown up now, but she’ll always be my little sister.” “Too late,” I whispered back. “I’m already in love.”

I said, waiting to see if the information I just gave sank in. “So you love her…”she started to yell but then stopped and looked at me with her eyes falling wide open. I couldn’t help but smile at how dang cute she looked confused. “Yes, I love my little sister.” I said it again, emphasizing little sister, to make sure she heard me.

She waves at me and then she’s gone. I realize in that moment that I love my sister with all my heart but I don’t want or need her in my life. I harbor no bad feelings towards her but I’m happier without my family. I love the life I have far from them. I’ll be there if the ever need anything but I don’t want to see them often. I’m happy as I am and that’s okay. The end