My sisters.

I made this blog to vent about my life. The good and the bad. In this case one sister has been good, and one has been...sort of bad.
Kisha has been good to me. She has always been the supportive sister that always want to talk. I have lots of wonderful memories with her. I remember when I was really young and couldn't sleep, I walked into the kitchen and was just staring out the window. Kisha came out and asked me what was wrong. I don't remember why I felt the way I did but I replied, "I don't feel like I fit into this family." I don't even remember what she said or even if she remembers this but I know she comforted me and took be into her room and we watched a movie. I have hundreds of memories of us in Payson and Santaquin when she lived there and was going to school. We spent so much time together. She has been the only one in my family to ever ask me about how I was doing. If I was seeing anyone. She didn't just do that to be nice, she did it because she cared.
Kandice on the other hand has not really ever been a good sibling in my eyes. She was always rude to me, she blamed things on me, she snapped at me and picked on me. I found out that she outed me. She found my phone and went through it and then outed me. She and her husband were having a rough time a couple of weeks ago and I stood up for her at a family function. She had put something on Facebook and it caused a lot of talk. When I said I'm sick of covering for her she told me off. She has always been that way. I still love her, she'll always be family, but she's just never been that great to me.