The Perfect Sister

So, my sister visited for the weekend again with her boyfriend, Angel.

Her frequent visits are not only due to her homesickness after packing her bags and leaving to go live with her lover after only dating him for 5 months, but also due to the undesirable habitat she resides in:

A 2 bedroom apartment in the Bronx.

So you're thinking "that's not too bad". But it really is. Angel and herself live there, along with his mother, stepfather, and his 2 grandparents (who have to sleep on the pull-out couch). I can tell you one thing, you won't catch me doing that. I imagine she has no privacy whatsoever.

Angel seems okay, but I honestly wish she would dump him and come back home. I miss her terribly. Even though we're nothing alike, my sister and I are very close. I feel like she understands me more than anyone else in my family, and it's very easy for me to talk to her.

Yes, she's constantly getting into trouble. Yes, she's dating a new guy every 2 seconds. Yes, she's now 22 and still hasn't completed even 2 years worth of college. But none of that matters. In fact, I probably wouldn't enjoy her as much if she was the same, boring old goody-goody like me. Plus, if she was, I wouldn't have learned anything from her. I actually only turned out this way because I learned from her many mistakes. And by "this way" I mean a good student who doesn't get into mischief. Unfortunately, it's made my parents overly proud of me and unappreciative of Francesca.

She actually deserves all the credit. She's the best sister I could ask for.