sisters are lovers of laughter. they stay up until 1 am talking about nothing. and everything. they share wounds. and accomplishments. and secrets. they understand things that no one else ever will. sisters believe the best and handle the worst. sisters grab the other's back. and remember their food allergies. even when no one else does.
sisters will always lend hair product, perfume ... or other more unmentionable items for the sake of comfort. the best sister will fold up like a taco in the worst foldout bed, just so the other, more neurotic sister can sleep. best of all, sisters are forever. and then some.
the only thing about sisters is that we are really three. but this weekend, there was only two. we miss other part. the laughter is always louder and slightly more ridiculous with three. but in a pinch, two will always do.
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