Wednesday, 2 October 2013

My Sister - a descriptive essay

Please can you get that for me?’
‘Hey I’m bored, talk with me.’
‘Let’s go shopping! But I have no money…’
‘Hahahaha this is so funny! Hahahaha…’

That is what she would usually say.

Some said we look exactly the same, others said we do not look alike at all. I think we share a very similar smiling face like the twins always do, but we do look different in many ways. She has rounder eyes which makes her look like she is smiling even when she doesn’t. I can see star-like sparkles in her eyes when she is truly happy. She has a small dimple on her right side of cheek which appears whenever she smiles. And when she smiles she is just as bright as a sunflower. You can almost see her glittering in the crowd because she has cloud-like white skin, which makes it a lot easier to spot her in the crowd. But sometimes this is not the case because she is only 157cm tall.

She is my sister, Sophia.

My sister is 3 years older than me, but that doesn’t make her look old. I might not like it, but I have to admit that she looks just like an 18-year-old young adult who is awaiting a new stage of life with hope and faith. Still, she is a lot more mature than I am. When my eyes are hazed over with tears, she can always wipe them away with soft words. It is a great comfort to be with her in my dark days because her accompany is like the moonshine which covers me tenderly and saves my heart from coldness. Once I had a big argument with my best friend and I felt like I was betrayed, and she noticed it right away when she saw me staring at the empty and holding my phone. I suspect that she might have inserted a mini X-ray machine in her because she always sees through my worries at first glance.

I am a person who is willing to take challenges, but life likes to upset me sometimes by throwing stones on my road to success. And when my heart sinks she would always be there to encourage me. I still remember how she comforts me after I had lost in my first debating competition – ‘You’ve got to get up and try. You might not win every time when you have done your best, but you will definitely lose if you don’t try.’ Her wise words never fail to relight my flame of desire, and they are the most important component of my motor that urges me to move on so that I will not fall behind.

It might seem a bit exaggerating for you, but to me, she is my idol. She is pretty, she is clever, she has a lot of friends, and she stays strong no matter what… She has been a caring and lovely sister. I would say she is an inseparable part of me. 

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