Anne was a tomboy. She played sports with her brothers, loved monster movies and would take metal shop if their high school was offering it. She didn't care how she looked most of the time, never got the hang of makeup and while plenty of guys thought she was cute, she didn't make a big deal of dating them.

Suzie was everything Anne wasn't. She loved fashion and beauty, always looked forward to having a date on the weekend and would rather visit an art exhibit than play soccer in the park.

Yet Anne looked up to her big sister more than anything. When she told people this, they looked at her strangely, but you're so different, you don't like the same things, how can a tomboy like you idolize someone so ladylike?

Anne didn't look at Suzie and see her ladylike opposite. She saw the big sister who bandaged her skinned knees, read with her and taught her how to play checkers. The person who looked out for her while they solved mysteries, helped her come up with plans. The person who held her and cried with her when they lost their mother.

They didn't always get along perfectly, of course, but they understood each other and that meant more to Anne than any of their little differences.

She's the most wonderful big sister in the world. That's why I look up to her.