My sister and i fight a lot less than we used to. Well, we no longer fight with any seriousness, only jokily. And we make each other laugh a lot more. And best of all, she seems finally to think my tastes are worth something. She sings along to my music (That may simply be due to the constant brainwashing of playing it so loudly.) and she has recently started borrowing my books. I love lending my books. I get terribly freakish and uptight about them, but i adore lending them nonetheless. And she has absorbed my commandment "Don't break the spine." and is able to quote it back at me whenever she borrows one. She is now borrowing The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. Everyone who i rave to has heard about this one. It's absolutely brilliant, it really ius. And now my little sister's reading it. I hope she has the sense to see how good it is, unlike most of the Booker judges. (I'm really bitter about that. It seems silly really. I mean, it won the Whitbread.)

She's giving me a lot more hugs than she used to aswell, although that isn't turning out too well, as apparently both of us prefer to have our arms on the underneath of a hug. (I like that because it feels more protective, more like you're the one actually being hugged. I think she likes it because she's copying me.) So that's really nice, apart from the violent turn she's taken in demanding them. She has also, though, started demanding piggybacks and pony rides. I used to like lifting her up and giving her piggybacks but the thing is, she's a little heavier now. She's grown quite a lot recently and is now roughly the same shape as me. (Actually, thinking about it, she really is similar. I think her breasts, proportionally, are roughly equal to my own. The difference, of course, is that while she tries to make the most of hers i attempt to hide mine.)

But i did notice for the first time, a couple of days ago, that she's actually rather pretty. My parents have been calling her beautiful for years, but that's the duty of all parents. And these same parents call me 'gorgeous', which i definitely am not. (Although i've grown to rather like my nose.) So i always dismissed their comments. Maybe i'm just as biased as them, but i'm beginning to think that actually, they have a point about her.

It seems to me quite likely that this improvement in our relationship may owe something to my finally coming out to her a month or two ago. That night we talked for ages, really quite frankly, and she told me things, secrets, about her aswell. I never knew before, for instance, that she has actually smoked a cigarette or two. She didn't seem all too enamoured with the idea of taking it up as an addiction though.