“We know each other as we always were”
MYrelationship with my sister has survived decades of atrophy and resurfaced after quarrels that would have sunk any friendship. It flourishes with a hundred different degrees of closeness and distance, loyalty and distrust... To the outside world, we’re growing older, but to each other, we’re still wearing matching pajamas with feet and tails. We know each other as we always were. I just wish she’d stop smirking when I tell the kids, “Stop fighting! Someday you’re going to be best friends!”
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 807)
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