When I was younger, I used to hate my older sisters because we always got into fights over who wore whose clothes and who went through whose diaries. It must have been hell for my parents.
I once swore to kill one of them in their sleep, but resorted to just dipping her toothbrush in the toilet bowl one night. Am quite glad I didn’t kill her though.
Today was the first time I truly opened up to my sisters about my problems over dinner. My vulnerability was an unwelcomed guest at first, but as dinner went on, I found a truly heavy weight lifted off my shoulders. Their readiness to listen to my problems, without any judgement (well at least not towards me), has got to be one of the top 10 feelings in the world. 9 being that moment you get to pee after holding it in for a long time. My love for my sisters in this case, was like pee. And I’ve been waiting 10 years to relieve my bladder.
Wow. What a bad analogy.
Anyway. 10 years have passed, and we’re all a little bit more wiser, a little bit more respectable towards one another, and a whole lot closer.
It is amazing what time does to people.