I find it difficult to introduce her. Because there are not enough words to describe my sister. All beautiful adjectives are too pale and would fade in comparison to her.

She’s annoying. She’s annoyingly true in her sayings. But I think that’s the thing about sisterhood, if she’s not going to tell me what she thinks about me, who would?

She’s an artist. She’s painting the most beautiful things. Often with water color, and I have the feeling that she’s more the portrait person than anything else.

She once forgot her passport on her way back home from visiting me. And she once lost her passport in Scotland, noticed it at the airport.

She’s vegan. And I have the most respect for that, because two years ago she truly loved bacon, and the she did the switch. Not ‚just like that‘, that would be a lie. It took her a few months but she did it, and in the end she is happy with her decision.

She loves animals. I mean no, it’s not just love. It’s kind of a religion for her. I’ve not seen a day whom she’s not posting any picture of her cat or dog. If you would ask her if she’s more a cat or a dog person, the answer maybe cat. I think. You see, I’m not so sure..

She loves cosmetics. I mean, if she could, she would spent a fortune on cruelty-free stuff and the maybe never use it.

She’s beautiful. Okay, our grandma would find her even more beautiful without ‚all this metal‘ in her face, but I think she’s beautiful, in her own way.

She’s the best and I miss her. So very much.

She is my person.