Soul Sistah

I have a t- shirt which proclaims Soul Sistah in bright pink neon colours with a few glittery stars for effect, which I'm wearing today.
I remember when I bought it- two, to be precise, one for my sister and one for myself. At that time, little did we know how close we could be to each other.
I remember the soft velvety baby that she was, with her tiny pink fingers, placed into my lap as a chubby newborn (am afraid the chubbiness still stays). Even though we were seven years apart, I never felt any sibling rivalry (it's another thing that I was quite the perfect child & idol for lots of family youngsters, ahem) towards her. I always regarded her as my dear playmate.
We went through the tears together- from that irritating phase where she would rush to tell mummy of my little secrets - to the time of a complete role reversal (now I'm being told to hush up or else!)
She's my best friend.
She understands what I feel through my voice, so many kilometers away.
She's my confidant- even more than Mum & Dad.
After many years of lurking in the hidden corners of my cupboard, the soul sistah t shirt finally has complete meaning.
I love you, Bugs!
(I know that this is one of the few posts where words are falling short of my emotions)