Sometimes I find myself questioning my sister. To me, she's somewhat of a nut case. I mean she screeches and cries and acts like a little kid most of the time. She's thirteen years old, for god's sakes! She always acts like that, ninety-nine percent of the time. However there are times,when there would be a light in her eyes and I knew that, for that one moment in time, she was the sister that I always wanted her to be.

I usually don't believe in stereotypes. They exist alright, but I always believe there is some good underneath the surface. Don't get me wrong, I know that there are some pretty horrible people out there. Some who would just kill for no good reason at all. Some kill just for their enjoyment or amusement. But enough of that, that's not what I was going to talk about. My sister is not the stereotypical sister: a brat, spoiled, always wrecking my stuff. Although she is all that, there's something more, more than I can perceive with my utterly fallible senses.

I know that beneath that bratty exterior lies a hidden potential waiting to be nurtured and cultivated. She hides or is unknowingly hiding her secret talents from the world. I know, I have observed her for a long time. However, unless proper corrective measures are applied, she will never grow up to her full potential. I always tell my parents to be less lenient on her, but my pleas fall on deaf ears.

I don't know, maybe it's too late for her. But I believe that there is hope for anyone, even for someone as nutty as my sister. For all her faults, I love her very much. And I want her to succeed in this cold, cruel world. It's going tough; a long and rocky road ahead, but I know she'll weather it through somehow. I'll be there, helping her in the shadows. Through out her life I've always been there to help her become stronger. Unwittingly at first, but then I realized what I was doing and acknowledged it. I always help her to become a stronger person.

I hope that in the future, my sister will become a competent and sane person. Who can stand on her own and be strong. Unlike me, she won't need somebody supporting her. But that doesn't mean she won't have anyone in her life. I hope that my view of her will be fulfilled in the future.

Well then until I write to you again, sayonara.