View me as a sister. Don't look at me any other way. I am to be protected, not scorned. Trusted, not hated. Looked at as a person, not an object. When you talk to me, talk to me. I want to talk with the confidence that what I say will not be twisted or spread.
View me as a daughter. I am someone to talk gently to. Someone who needs to be taught and instructed in ways I do not know. When I am in the wrong, don't hesitate to tell me so I can set it straight.
Touch me only when you are sincere. Give me a hug when you are giving comfort, not trying to get something I do not wish to give. Take my hand to help me through something...do not bother if you wish to take me elsewhere, you will find yourself alone.
Respect me. In all my faults, in all my weaknesses, especially when you know them, respect me.
I am your sister, your daughter. Keep your eyes looking at me as such and nothing else. Keep your thoughts as such. Your hands as such. Do not disgrace me because you feel like it. Even in your mind. You have the potential to drag me through the mud with your thoughts. You have the potential to make me smaller than I am. I beg you to think of me as a sister. Not one to tear at. Not one to get something from. A sister. Protect me. It's the duty of a brother. A father. To protect.
I want to treat you like a brother, a father. I want to respect you. I want to laugh with you, cry with you, experience life with you. I want to do so with the purity of the moment. I want to sit in a room with you and enjoy your company because I know there is no hidden agenda. I want to delight in you. To right wrongs for you. To conquer things that make you stumble so your path is clear. I want to dance with you and make you sing and help you grow. I want to protect you.
So please, view me as a sister, a daughter. Think of me tenderly. Guard my heart. Fight for me. Help me to become strong in the places I am weak. If you love me, love me from your heart. You will know this is so because no matter how I look, how I seem, how I appear to the world, that love is still there.
Because I am your sister. You are my brother.
We share a common bond. A cord of three cannot be easily broken.
And if you do not understand that, perhaps you will never really understand what I ask of you