subject: My Dear Sister [print this page] I have a sister who is older than me and better than me in everything.
Though I am a short girl, my sister is tall and thin. She has big eyes and pink face. Also, she has a good figure. My sister is proud of her beauty so she behaves quite confident and energetic before people. Comparing with my sister, I am nothing. I am not as beautiful as her, nor am I as smart as she is. She does a very good job in her study that all her teachers think highly of her. On the contrary, I feel it difficult to handle my study. Teachers hardly pay attention to at classes, and sometimes when they think of me and ask me to answer a question, I will be very nervous and forget everything I know. How ashamed it is! My sister was once a legend in the senior high school. When she goes to university, the students are still talking about her. So she is very popular. I go to the same senior high school with her. Since I am like her in the appearance, no people will think about that I am the legend's sister. Certainly, I would not like people to know this. Who likes to have a sister thousand times better than you? However, my sister's turning up in the school reveals the secret. She comes to my class and calls my name. After she leaves, my classmates ask me what is the connection that I have with legend. I tell them she is my elder sister. The girls laugh and tell that I am lying. I feel hurt and sad. I blame my sister for her appearing in the school. It is because of her that I am laughed at by my classmates. Why is she so beautiful and intelligent and I am so normal? God is too unfair. If I can choose, I want an elder sister who is as ordinary as me.
My complaint about my elder sister doesn't mean that she is not qualified as an elder sister. In fact, she loves and cares me a lot. My sister is good at cooking, so she cooks all the dishes that I like most. She buys me clothes with her money. In my deep heart, I love my sister, too. When I grow older and maturer, I get to know how nice and kind she is. As a beautiful girl, she never shows off before people, especially before me. Next day is her wedding day and I am her bestmaid. She prepares me a very beautiful party dress. It was a red party dress. She has a white bridal gown. When I dress my party dress, she says I am the most beautiful girl in the world. I know she means it because she loves me and her family.
