Sisters.
Whether we
come from stable homes, or from dysfunctional ones, there is something very
special about the bond that sisters share.
When a
sisterhood bond is torn or broken for any reason, there is always pain that
echoes and lingers through the years. It is something so painful, that only
reparation and restoration can cure it.
Hearing my
daughters (7 and 9) fight, play, laugh, yell, work together and drive each
other nuts over this very long Christmas vacation has been amazing to watch. They
can annoy each other to the point of insanity, but with very little effort they
are back together again having fun, giggling, and bonding.
My sister
and I are separated by 12,000kms… it is harder some days, thankfully she is
really great at keeping in touch – an area where I struggle. Seeing her name
pop up with a message or joke in the morning when I wake up, is the best
feeling. Knowing that I can literally tell her anything and she will give solid
advice, knowing how funny she is when she has had some wine and brings out her
jazz collection – listening to her quiet voice messages of her singing songs
just for my ears. Really precious. I wish she were closer.
If you have
a sister, give her a call.
Send her a message.
Sisters are very precious.
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