Sis

#117: She Ain't Heavy...



See-saw from hearty laughters that leave you breathless, gasping for air, and then to heart-to-heart conversations about life that leave you taking deep breaths; just like we always do. Just like we've done countless times. And 13 years will yield no better fruit. She is a sister - if sisters can only be plucked at their teenage years from another mother's womb. No, more than that. She is an extension of who I am - from the days of bad hair to the days of bad-looking boys and bad bosses. She probably wonders as I wonder yet not with clear words speak. And so we celebrate with cackles where we are now while behind dry eyes, weep as we see where we'll be.

I will keep you forever.
And we will have dinner in New York.
Then spend a day or two in Prague.
I promise.