My hero :)

Her name is Amanda. People say we could have been twins; well, that is, if she wasn't fourteen years older. If you compare my sister's and my childhood pictures, the similarities are evident: that same dark blonde hair, the straight across bangs that our mother insisted on giving us for a hairstyle, a little bit of Dad, a little bit of Mom, and the same smile that we both still wear today. I remember being younger and hearing people say, "You are just like your sister!". Maybe that would annoy some girls, but to me that is the greatest  compliment I could ever be given.  Of course, my sister is beautiful, but it goes so much further than skin deep.

            My sister has always been my hero. Although, when I was six years old reading her diary, jumping on her bed, playing in her makeup, or getting her in trouble, she may not have thought the exact same of me. She is the bravest person I know. Don't get me wrong; she is most afraid of rodents, snakes, and airplanes. But, she is brave. I have seen my sister deal with situations that would bring most people to their lowest point. Her faith in God shows in every aspect of her life. When she is going through a really tough time, she says "He's got this under control." My sister works hard at everything she does and she strives to be the very best version of herself and no one else.

            It's true that my sister and I are alike in almost every way. We are both determined, reliable, honest, outspoken, faithful, and brave. When someone now tells me that I'm like my sister, it means so much more to me knowing they are talking about our characteristics rather than just those awful straight across bangs.