If someone had told me when I first met her that I would come to love her so much, I could never had believed you until now. She was an odd little baby. I remember seeing her newborn purple eyes, a little turned up nose and freshly scrubbed skin, like a tiny prawn. She was having proper conversations before she could walk. I’ll never forget her serious little face.

“Why is you hair like an old man?â€?

I laughed, I think. I was only a boy and my interest in girls was minimal. Little did I know how much she would mean to me.

When she became my brother’s wife, I had to admit to being more jealous than I can ever remember. Jealousy has never affected me all that much. I hadn’t thought about that tiny baby in years, and now she’s grown. A fully-grown woman.

She’s always been there for me, like my sister…

I suppose she is now.