I don’t have a sister. I grew up the oldest of 3 children, the third being born when I was on the very cusp of being a teenager. He and I didn’t become close until after Mom passed and he was just 21 yrs. old.
My other brother the one I was a child along side of, the brother I grew up with—the brother that made me a big sister; the big sister I am today—we are so close.(don’t hate me for my bad grammar in that sentence) As close as two siblings could be. I don’t know that I could be any closer to him had he been my sister. In fact, I can’t imagine even having a sister.
He and I are cut from the same cloth; well I thought so until recently.