[Sisters Friend Sex Stories
Betty Neyhart
My earliest memory of Zephany is from when I was around four or five-years-old. My parents told me I had a missing sister. She had only been alive for three days when she was abducted from Groote Schuur Hospital in Cape Town, South Africa in 1997.
Throughout my childhood my parents spoke about my sister all the time. They wondered what she was doing now? Whether she was safe and loved? Whether she was being mistreated by the person who had taken her? I'd seen stories on the news about missing kids who never came home. So when I was younger, I always thought the worst must have happened to her.
Honestly, my childhood wasn't easy. The things you do as a young child, like playing with your friends, chucking the ball outside or going to play with your neighbors, I just wasn't allowed to do. I couldn't be outdoors alone for more than ten minutes without my parents coming to look for me.
We threw birthday parties for Zephany every year, but it wasn't until I went to high school I properly started to think about her. I thought about her everyday. I don't know what changed, I just had this feeling in my heart that maybe she was somewhere nearby.
The first time I heard about Mich Solomon I was in English class in 2014. My teacher approached me and said I looked exactly like another student. I asked how old she was, and he told me she was 17, which was the same age my sister would have been at the time.
I turned around and looked at Mich's face. At the same time we both said: "Why is everyone saying you look like me!" Then we both laughed. I felt so weird. I had this feeling in my stomach, even now I still get that nervous feeling.
The day after we met, I was sitting on the grass. Mich came up to me and asked if I wanted to hang out with her. I was only 14. I was a baby in high school and a 17-year-old wanted to chill with me? I thought it would be cool, so I said okay.
From there our relationship grew. We ate lunch together everyday and she waited for me outside the school gates each morning. We got closer and closer. She said she would look after me and wouldn't let anyone pick on me. When she found out about my missing sister she said: "I'll be your big sister for now."
Mich and I had known each other for around a year when we decided to leave our school sports day and go to a fast food restaurant. I already knew my dad was going to scold me for skipping school, but I decided to go anyway.
Some other kids told him I'd gone to get some food with my "double." He came to find us and sat down at our table. My dad asked to see a picture of Mich's parents. He said exactly the same thing as I did when I saw them. She joked that maybe she was adopted.
I can't remember the exact day everything changed, but I think it was a Wednesday. My dad was supposed to collect me from school but he never arrived. My auntie came instead. She said he was busy at work, but I was nervous. I felt like something was going to happen. Then I got home. I threw my bag down and the house phone rang.
I answered it and it was Mich. I asked: "How did you get this number?" She said she wanted to tell me something but I wanted to know how she had found my home telephone number, because we normally spoke on our cell phones.
I couldn't believe it, Mich was Zephany. At that moment I didn't know how to feel, I was just really happy. Zephany wasn't dead. She was alive and she was healthy. I dropped the phone and jumped around in the house. I was so overwhelmed with happiness, love and warmth. Even now, I can't explain it properly.
At first I wasn't allowed to speak to Zephany. I think she went to a safe house. Then, after a couple of weeks she came to my home for a sleepover. My mom and dad were divorced at this point, but myself, Zepahany and my mother spoke all night. There wasn't a connection between her and my mother yet, because they had just met, but there was a bond between the two of us.
I was too young to attend court and Zephany and I weren't allowed to speak while the court case against Lavona Solomon was going on. After that we didn't contact each other for a while. I think she was confused, her emotions must have been all over the place. I left her to deal with it. I didn't want to overwhelm her or scare her off.
Around 2019, our relationship started growing and becoming stronger. Zephany began to spend more time with our parents and my siblings and saw we were good people. We don't see each other much, but our relationship is growing well.
When she came back, both of our lives changed. I wasn't the big sister anymore, Zephany is back now. I have to respect that she is part of the family. I can't deny her or push her aside, because she is still going through tough things. We both have our own children now, but we are both still trying to find ourselves.
I remember when we would play and play for hours, pretending we were princesses and superheroes. We would spend all day in our make believe world where we didn't need anything but each other. You were my first friend in this world. You were always just one wall away when I needed or wanted anything. Growing up, all I needed in the world was you. Sure we had our small fights, but they always ended up in laughter soon after they started.
As we got a little older, we traded plastic high heels for real ones, and make-believe boyfriends for real ones. We didn't spend the days with only each other, but you were still the one friend I knew I had. We may not have played Superwoman and Catwoman anymore, but you were always still there whenever I needed a hero. Our small fights over who got the remote in front of the TV turned into bigger fights over right and wrong that lasted longer than they used to, but you always forgave me no matter how wrong I was and vice versa.
As we continue getting older and we move through college and careers, we don't talk as much as we used to. We may not spend hours in each others rooms, we may not read magazines together and gossip constantly about every cute boy in our classes, but I you are still my go-to. We may be separated by a lot more than a wall now, but I know you are never more than a phone call away.
You've listened to my tears, my fears, my heartache, and my mistakes, yet you never once judged me for any of it. You know the parts of me that aren't the prettiest, and you still see me as beautiful. My whole life I have never felt alone, because I knew that I always had you. Through every fight, every competition, every tear shed, every heartbreak, you've been the only person in my corner throughout my whole life. You are always there to take my side even when you may not agree with it one hundred percent. You are my first friend, my best friend, my sister.
Thank you for not loving me just because you have to, but because you want to. Thank you for being the only person in the world who truly understands everything that I go through. We didn't choose to be sister. We were sisters by chance, but it was the luckiest that I have ever been to get a lifelong person like you in my life. Thank you for being my sister, but more importantly thank you for being my friend.
While these are my 25 favorites, there are quite literally 1000s that could have been included. The Beatles' body of work is massive and there is something for everyone. If you have been living under a rock and haven't discovered the Fab Four, you have to get musically educated. Stream them on Spotify, find them on iTunes or even buy a CD or record (Yes, those still exist!). I would suggest starting with 1, which is a collection of most of their #1 songs, or the 1968 White Album. Give them chance and you'll never look back.
The best superpower ever? Being invisible of course. Imagine just being able to go from seen to unseen on a dime. Who wouldn't want to have the opportunity to be invisible? Superman and Batman have nothing on being invisible with their superhero abilities. Here are some things that you could do while being invisible, because being invisible can benefit your social life too.
Small towns certainly have their pros and cons. Many people who grow up in small towns find themselves counting the days until they get to escape their roots and plant new ones in bigger, "better" places. And that's fine. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought those same thoughts before too. We all have, but they say it's important to remember where you came from. When I think about where I come from, I can't help having an overwhelming feeling of gratitude for my roots. Being from a small town has taught me so many important lessons that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
Sometimes traditions seem like a silly thing, but the fact of it is that it's part of who you are. You grew up this way and, more than likely, so did your parents. It is something that is part of your family history and that is more important than anything.
When tragedy strikes in a small town, everyone feels obligated to help out because, whether directly or indirectly, it affects you too. It is easy in a bigger city to be able to disconnect from certain problems. But in a small town those problems affect everyone.
Along the same lines as #3, everyone is always ready and willing to lend a helping hand when you need one in a small town and to me that is the true meaning of community. It's working together to build a better atmosphere, being there to raise each other up, build each other up, and pick each other up when someone is in need. A small town community is full of endless support whether it be after a tragedy or at a hometown sports game. Everyone shows up to show their support.
People say this to others all the time, but it takes on a whole new meaning in a small town. It is true that life is about the journey, but when you're from a small town, you know it's about the journey because the journey probably takes longer than you spend at the destination. Everything is so far away that it is totally normal to spend a couple hours in the car on your way to some form of entertainment. And most of the time, you're gonna have as many, if not more, memories and laughs on the journey than at the destination.
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