My younger sister's name is Xian Xiaozhen Sweet Wong, but to me she is either "Bon Bon," "Xianee," or "Xian." She is eleven years old and has black silky hair about shoulder length. Every now and then she will get on my nerves, but usually she doesn't.
  
     Almost every night at dinner my sister will make herself and everyone else laugh. At least once during our family dinner my sister starts cracking up for no apparent reason. My sister will start a weird conversation, like the time she mentioned what she thought she should be when she grew up.
    "What do you think I should be when I grow up? An actor or a comedian?"
    "You mean an actress or a comedian," my older sister, Crystal, corrected.
    "Yeah, an actress not an actor, an actress."
    "Well, you need to work hard and memorize a lot of stuff to be an actress," my mom told Xian.
    "Yeah, and to be a comedian you need to be serious and not laugh at your own jokes so hard so that the audience can actually hear you," my brother, Philip, said jokingly.
    "Yep, that will be hard for Xian," Crystal said, laughing.
    "You know, I think Xianee would be good at being a comedian. I mean she already can make half the family laugh," I said to try and lighten her spirits.
    "Yeah, you just need to be funnier," Philip said in a sarcastic voice.
    "All you have to do is work hard on what you want to be," my mom said in a cheerful tone.
    "So do you think this will help?" my sister laughs at herself, snorting through her nose, and than the whole family starts to laugh.

    Almost every evening my sister and I have a routine argument. It goes like this.
    "Can I stay up a little later?" my sister pleaded on a school night. She was on the computer playing 'Roller Coaster Tycoon 2.'"
    "No I exclaimed,"you need to go to bed now so that it won't be so hard for me to get you up in the morning."
    "I promise I will get up on time. Pleeease."
    "No. You've promised this before ans you still didn't get up for school."
    "Please, pretty please?'
    "Alright, you can stay on for another five minutes, but then you have to turn off the computer and go to sleep, okay?"
    "Why can't I stay on for another ten minutes?"
    "Because Mom and I said only five more minutes."
    "Well, you said five minutes and Mom said five minutes so that must mean I get ten minutes, doesn't it?" asked Xianee in a cheerful voice.
    "No, it does not. You've already wasted three minutes talking to me." I walked out of her roo to finish my homework.
    Ten minutes later I go and check to see if Xian is off the computer yet. She isn't."You should have been in bed five minutes ago."
    "Sorry," she said in a sarcastic voice.
    "Brush your teeth and go to bed. NOW!"
    As Xianee is leaving to go brush her teeth, she starts muttering in a mimicking voice, "Get ready for bed. Go brush your teeth. Go to bed now."
    I did not say anything because I knew that she would start the whole argument all over again.

    Every now and then when I get really sick, my sister will sometimes let me hug her stuffed hippo, Shaggy, which is her favorite stuffed animal. For me to hug Shaggy is a big deal because she usuall doesn't like me touching any of her stuffed animals without permission. Aso, when I am sick she will ask me,"Do you want anything?" and sometimes I do and sometimes I don't, but when I do she will get me what I want, if we have it, without complaint which is really rare. For Xian to get something for me is rare because almost always we will get into an argument like:

     "Hey, Xianee, can you do me a favor and turn off the light?"

     "Do I have to?"

     "No, but it would be nice if you did."

     "Well since you said I didn't have to, I won't."

     "Please?"

     "No."

     "Please, pretty please with a cherry on top?"

     "No, go do it yourself."

     "Fine. If you won't do me a favor and turn off the light, then I'll just turn it off myself, you selfish, do-not-help person."

 

     Once during Labor Day weekend my sister was going to Portland, Oregon for a special martial arts camp. She left on Friday night and wouldn't be returning until Monday evening. For the days when Xian was in Portland, the house felt empty, like a room with nothing in it, and no color to it at all, no window, no chair, no nothing. Usually I would be happy that my sister left because she sometimes gets on my nerves and I just want her to leave. But during the time when she was in Portland I felt lonely. I missed her because I wanted to play and talk or even have an argument with her. Every night when it was time to go to bed I felt weird because almost every night I have had an argument with my sister about what time she was supposed to go to bed. When it was finally Monday I was so happy that my sister was coming back from Portland. I could not wait to play a game with her, which is unusual. I usually hate playing games with her because she sometimes is a bad sport when she starts to lose. When I finally got to see her, she gave me a big hug and showed me her two gold medals that she won in a competition. We were all proud of her. When it was finally time to go to bed, we had another small argument. Now I knew things would be getting back to normal.

 

     I have known my sister for almost twelve years and we have never been apart for more than a week. As I get older, I will remember all the time we shared and how funny, playful (sometimes), nice, and loving she is. Definitely I will always remember asking her to do me a favor or telling her how messy her room is. I love my sister very much and that is why she is my special person.