Two days to go

In two days, my baby sister will get married.  I'm pretty sure it's illegal to get married when you're 11, but everyone seems to think she's much older than that.  Which I know, somewhere in the back of my mind, but I keep forgetting.  All I can think about is the time she stuck her foot in the spokes of my bike when she was riding behind me, I think she was 3 or 4 at the time, and how I served her food and helped her around for a week because I felt so guilty for not being more careful.  I remember how her face used to light up when I came home from boarding academy on homeleaves, and how Christmases spent at home became so special because we got to have sister time.  And teaching her how to drive, because as the third child, my parents had had enough of that, so I volunteered.  How she becomes a better friend and closer sister every week, every month, every year.  How the ten years between us seems less like ten years as she matures into a beautiful young woman... but isn't she only 11?