Constanza

The girl I’m going to talk about is actually my sister, Constanza. I met her when she was born, because I’m almost exactly a year and a half older than her. That was almost 18 years ago, what I obviously don’t remember. I like her because she is really smart and funny. We usually laugh at very silly things, watch movies (because we share the same love for them), talk about really important things (as it’s said in Chilean words, we “fix the world”), because she’s a really mature girl for her age and you can talk about everything with her. We also discuss a lot, but a moment later the fight is old story and we love each other again.

Since I am in the university we haven’t been expending a lot of time together, but we see each other almost every day (she lives with my grandparents, 30 seconds away from my house).

I think my sisters are a very special part of my life, but Cony, as she likes to be called, has been a fundamental part of my life, because she gives me advices, she listens to me when I need her, she has more emotional intelligence than me and she always help me with thing that overwhelm me, or she gives me her opinion about stuff and we listen to each other, even though we are not always agree and fight. I really love her, and even though she doesn’t say it very often (because she’s not demonstrative at all) I know she loves me too.