Who knew seventeen years ago that the screaming, newborn child and the annoying two year old would become best friends? My sister, Madison and I have always had a special bond from a very young age. For example, when we would get separated at daycare everyday while our mom was working at the hospital, we would hold hands through the fence that separated our playgrounds during recess. As kids we were inseparable, we would do absolutely anything and everything together. Today is still the very same. We tell each other everything, and I have no idea what I would do without her.

She recently graduated and is now attending Texas A&M University, which is extremely difficult for me to live four hours away from my best friend. However, the summer before she left, we hung out almost everyday. As a graduation present, I got both of us tickets to Post Malone’s concert, and it was approaching rapidly.

We both picked out the perfect outfits, and counted down the days until June 14th. Before we knew it, the time had come. Madison and I spent the day frantically waiting to see our favorite artist perform in real life. Finally, we got in the car and made the lengthy journey to the stadium in Irving. The line to get into the concert was at least five miles long, and it took forever for us to make our way to our seats.

As the first opening act, 21 Savage began, I thought nothing could get any better than this. But little did I know, Post Malone was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. We screamed every single word to all of the songs that he sang. The next day we both had lost our voices. It was one of the best nights of both of our lives, and we will never forget that amazing memory.

 But just a few short weeks later it was the time that we had been dreading for so long, move in day. We all woke up early to travel the four hour journey to College Station. The car ride there was a blast. We blared our favorite songs and tried to not think about having to be separated in a few short hours. Finally, we arrived at her apartment, and met her new roommates. After struggling to take all of her things to the third story, we helped her unpack and decorate her room. But, before we knew it it was time to head back home without my other half. We laughed and we cried. We had to leave before dark so we headed down to the car. My mom and I left in tears dreading the thought of what life would be like without seeing Madison everyday.

However we got back to highland village, and discovered that it would be possible to live without her at home. We still text all of the time. We still see each other all of the time. The adjustment was difficult at first but it got easier with time. Today Madison is doing great in school and has made a ton of new friends. I am so thankful that god blessed me with such an amazing person to call my best friend and my sister. She has sculpted the person that I am today, and I don’t know who I would be today without her influence. I am a more caring and loving person because of our relationship. I can’t wait until I graduate in two years and I can join her once again up in College Station, and begin the next chapter of my life with my number one supporter.