I have a little sister, a younger sister who is the light of my life. She is the main character in 80% of my stories and her name is constantly bouncing off of my tongue. Inevitably the question always arises, “So… how are you related?” It is painfully clear we are not blood related. The story of how we are sisters/ but not step-sisters/but not, simply friends/but WAY more, frequently follows. It appears that the average person frowns upon me calling her my sister due to our parents lack of a “legal” bond. We are often labeled friends. As a result, I feel our relationship, our love, our bond greater than blood, is universally dismissed.