A sister like that....

It's Christmas time again, get ready to be drowned in waves of goopy, marshmallow fluff sentimentality. Yesterday I was reading to my baby brother on the couch from our book of Christmas-stories-that-make-me-cry. In the story a man is driving his car home, when a street urchin asks him, "That's a nice car sir."
"Why thank you. It was a Christmas present from my brother," the man said to the boy.
"Wow. I wish..." the boy hesitated. The man thought he knew what he would hear next. I wish I had a brother like that. What the boy actually did day was;
"Wow. I wish I could be a brother like that." Now imagine those obnoxious water fountains that always spray water in your nose or in your eyes? That was how I was crying. Rocketing salt water tears and gushing waterfalls of snot.
I wish I could be a sister like that. Not that I am ever buying any of siblings a car. Ever. Because that's entitlement, and besides they will probably be richer then me. But I wish I could be that little boy, who thinks of his brother before himself. I wish I didn't full the urge to sit on Gabe every time he's a little terror. I wish that I could take back every time I've yelled at Beka. Okay, maybe Gabe needs to be sat on every now and then... still. I wish when Beka, Emma and Gabe thought of their older sister they would think 'Anna is the best older sister ever'. Which is selfish, because Emma has two older sisters and that would be mean to make her say I'm a better sister then Beka but I would do anyone, and the same story for Gabe only he has three older sisters.
And there are all my adopted little sisters that I feel unusually protective over, which is practically everyone in the Young women (most of them are younger then me anyway).
Here's to siblings... real ones with blood ties.... and sisters who deal with a self-appointed older sister like me. Merry Christmas!