Sisters

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They don’t know this now, but they won’t always be like this.

Young.

Wild.

Free.

Together.

They won’t always wake up together every morning and fall asleep together every night.  They won’t always share their every meal and their every  thought.

She won’t always look up to her older sister with eyes of awe.  She won’t always laugh at her every joke.  She won’t always want to emulate her every move.

And she won’t always want to teach her little sister everything she knows.  She won’t always have her as her closest confidante.  Her partner in crime.  Her constant and unceasing right arm.

No.  One day they will grow up and move out and move on.  One day they will have arguments than run deeper than whose turn it is to play with the Barbie.  One day they will disagree and disappoint.  One day they might even look over their shoulder to see the other’s back turned.  Running in the opposite direction.  Away.  Off in the distance.

But what they won’t know then, what perhaps they won’t even believe then, is that those bonds from these early years, all those shared jokes and whispered secrets, all the planning and the strategizing and the laughter, will be enough to fill in those gaps.  It will be enough to mend broken fences and weave back together the fabric of their relationship.  Because it was probably never really even broken in the first place but was merely stretched and misshapen and ill for the growth.

One day, they will look around their lives and at all of their most important memories, ones of weddings and graduations and babies and birthdays, and they will in no small part be made up of each other.  They as much a part of the other as two people really could be.

They are first friends.  And because of that, because of this foundation, one day far into the future they might claim each other as their last friends and permanent friends and forever friends.  Each shared experience building a foundation that will be strong enough to last through the years and through the decades, through the triumphs and the trials.

Because no one else in all the world will know what it is like to grow up here.  With us.  At this time.

They are sisters.  And in the end, between them, that may be all that matters.

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