Posted about 3 years ago
The one person in my life that I've come to admire and appreciate the most is my cousin Amber. She is my idol. She's pretty short, so there's no looking up to her. She's incredibly intelligent. She knows pretty much everything there is to know. She works hard, at school and at her jobs. She got a really big promotion on her first day of work. She keeps going up in the company, and she'll probably become some sort of manager before she even finishes her university degree. I look up to Amber because she's always been a sister to me. I'm an only child, which between you and me, is pretty lonely at times. But ever since I was a little girl, Amber has filled that role in my life. She's the one who taught me how to read, to do math, to swim, to enjoy the simple things. She's been there for me through everything, from starting kindergarten to the day I finished grade twelve math. She was also the one who taught me how to play sports, and inevitablely, fail sports. One evening we were at my grandparents house in the backyard playing baseball. The game lasted ten minutes before she swung the bat around and hit little me in the head. I fell down, out cold. I came to after a few minutes, to the sound of her hysterically crying. I didn't care about what happened, but she couldn't stop wailing. We settled it when I beat her in a game of pokemon, something else she taught me to play, but succeeded at. When I was younger, we would go swimming at my grandparents house a lot. I had towels with hoods that represented different animals. She would always take the bunny, which after so much use began to look pretty deformed, and danced around telling me crazy stories about a trash can bunny. We spent hours laughing and speculating why he was so trashy. We have many more good memories, but we also both share the bad. I had a dog when I was four. Her name was Bubbles. She was getting old and sick, and my parents had planned to have her put down. She ran out behind a car and was killed instantly one afternoon. Amber and I were both in that car. I ran back into the house, crying. She followed me and we cried together upstairs in my room until my family came back from burying her limp body. She was there for me all afternoon, despite being young enough that she really needed someone too. As I got older a lot of things changed. School became a place I dreaded to go because I was getting bullied. Back then I didn't even really completely understand what bullying meant but it hurt. Amber came home from university early that year to be with me. She took extra time off at Christmas to hang around with me longer. That's how much she cared about me. She stuck around and supported me when I needed it most. At a time when I felt like my world was crashing down around me and I didn't know what to do, she stood up to the plate and helped me pull through. Amber is my role-model, my hero, my everything because she understands. There's no one on this planet that understands me more than her. She would never turn her back to me. She always knows what to say and when to say it. Amber taught me everything I know. She showed me the necessary things and some of the things we should just learn anyway. She stuck up for me in times of trouble, she stuck by me in times of need, she taught me in times of ignorance, and she unnecessarily became the big sister I never had but always needed. I love my cousin Amber, and there's no one who deserves more thanks in my life than her. She has been the biggest influence to me. She might not be famous, or a super hero with a cape, but she's my idol and she's my hero. I wish I could be half of the person she is.