When we were younger my sister would like to sleep in my bed a lot. I always found it strange that she sought comfort in me rather than my parents especially in the middle of the night, but I never questioned it. I always endured having to share the bed. Being the sporadic ball of energy she's always been, it was hard for her to fall asleep and me being the grumpy older sister wanted her to just go to sleep immediately. Without knowing it, I created a sort of "warm glass of milk" for her in which all I did was talk her to sleep and distract from the monsters under the bed. Sometimes I would get frustrated having to do so much talking and comforting, and sometimes I would wake up from a nightmare myself wanting to run to my parents room, but I stayed because I thought good big sisters stay with their little sisters even when they're afraid.
It's been a while since she's snuck into my bed in the middle of the night, or I've talked her to sleep. But sometimes I wonder if she remembers the endless talking, or if she wakes up in the middle of the night wanting to run to my room like I sometimes wake up wanting to run to my parents room.
I finally accepted that my little sister is now taller than me. It seems like she grew over night. It took me a while to come to terms with her being taller now because it felt like it meant I was the smallest in the family now. But reminiscing about the monsters under the bed, I know I'll always be the big sister.
Growing up seems to be becoming more real each and every day. And all of a sudden I'm realizing everyone else is growing up too.
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