My sister and I have always fought.
We’ve always been in different life stages.
We are six years apart.
And then… We grew up.
All I can remember growing up is the fighting that we’d do. Or how she was in high school and I was in Elementary school. Or how we took her to college, and I came home and went back to 7th grade.
And now, it seems as if that 6 year age barrier is broken.
We don’t fight much any more (okay, we still do on occasion) and we get a long. Like adults.
Plus she gave me a really cool niece.
And she’ll let me call her at 3am just to talk or cry.
It’s good to have a sister.
And thankful for her.