Me and my sister’s relationship changed when she went to college, but it didn’t change in an entirely bad way. This experience helped me mature and opened my eyes to how to cherish the moments when they happen.
My relationship with my sister changed when she left for college.
Before, we were really close, like a piece of gum, we stuck to each other. We had a sister connection that always drew us together like we were in sync. Whenever we got hungry, we knew we had to make a snack, go to the living room, and watch something together. Or when it was Friday and the house was quiet, we would put music on and start dancing to Anthony Santos, no questions asked. And whenever our mom screamed at us, my sister would defend us.
When my sister left for Princeton she said everything would be the same and she would call me every day.
That didn’t happen.
Ivy Leagues are no joke.
Now we talk only sometimes because either she is studying or I am—it seems like it’s just never the right time. We’re always out of sync. When she comes home from school on breaks there is no dancing and watching movies all the time like before. She’s always worrying about all the things she needs to get done before returning to school.
My mom doesn’t scream at her anymore because my mom puts her on a pedestal—the daughter who got into a fancy college on a full-ride scholarship. And when I get screamed at I have to deal with it myself.
Living and sleeping in the same room for years made us inseparable, and not having that anymore has made us drift apart. But I still get excited and always count down the days till she comes home because even if we don’t talk every day, she is my best friend. She still knows me in a way that no one else ever will. And I treasure the memories I do have with her. But things aren’t like they were before.