My dearest Patty was a sister that I not only grew up with but I grew to know her as my friend, sister, confidant and scolder.
I shared my bedroom with Patty and many times I would wake in the middle of the night and share my bad dreams with her too. We cleaned together, shared our closet together (which she took the better part of LOL) and we shared our feelings about boys together. Patty was there through my childhood and through a large part of my adulthood.