(Left: My Cousin Tereza and Right: Me, at her 2nd Birthday Party... I was trying to blow her candles out)
Although I have one biological sister, we were 4 years apart and that difference made her want to avoid me as children. I count my cousins as my first sistah-friends because we were closer in age and that pushed us together at family gatherings.
My cousin Tereza was the same
age as me. She was tough, and knew all the secrets about sistahood that I was too naive to understand. She
took me under her wing and I was determined to be the best damn sidekick ever.
We told everyone we were sisters and if they asked questions because we didn’t
look alike we challenged with aggression. She taught me that when you run your
mouth and talk hard, no one will want to challenge it. She showed me how to
fight (although I never actually fought, she did when necessary). She knew my
secrets. She protected me with all her heart. When someone wanted to
fight, she stepped in with imaginary reasons why she should fight them instead.
She always had bigger beef to settle than I ever could, and she managed to get
us into and out of some sticky situations. To this very day I am thankful for
her sistahood love.
That is great you have had the Sistah bond at an early age. It helps a lot through the Sh#$
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