It felt like a whirlwind. One day I was attending a CJP event downtown and the next I was matched with a Little Sister.
I always wanted a little sister growing up. As the oldest of four with three younger brothers, there was something missing. My friends complained about how their sisters stole their stuff and they fought constantly. I didn’t care. I still wanted one. So when this opportunity presented itself, I was a combination of nerves and excitement, fear and awe. I couldn’t believe that it was finally happening!
Thinking back on our experience, I remember it felt awkward those first few meetings before we really got to know one another. Eventually, P- came to believe I was someone she could count on, someone who would be there for her when she needed me. We’ve both learned a ton from each other and, over the past six years, have done a lot of growing up – to say nothing for (we hope!) our refined fashion sense.
Five years ago, I attended P-‘s 8th grade graduation ceremony. We shopped for the perfect dress, and I was so glad I had the opportunity to see her graduate with her class and move on to high school. This June, I will once again watch as P- crosses the stage, this time with her diploma in hand and headed off to college! I am so proud of her and can’t wait to see what the future brings.
P- once asked me if I would stop being her Big Sister after she graduates. I told her that she couldn’t get rid of me, even if she tried.
~”Little Story” submitted by proud Big Sister, Talia Abrahams. To submit your own story, click here.