Sisterly Love

There is a story from my past that I do not remember but have been told over and over so many times that it is ingrained into my memory almost as if it was my own.

As the story has been told I was around three - four years old. My sister was still in a crib. Every morning my mom would hear a large thud. That would be the crib railing falling. Then a few seconds after that she would hear another thud. That would be my sister falling on top of me as I fell backwards pulling her out.

Then a few seconds later giggles and the shuffling sound of footie pajamas going down the stairs.

I like to hold on to this memory. The fact that before we became enemies we were friends. The best of friends.

Somewhere in the middle we lost that. We were in competition, for what, I'm still not sure. And then I went to college and she went to college. I got married, she got married and now, all of the sudden we are back a little closer to the beginning. Perhaps not the best of friends but no longer sworn enemies. Two people who have come full circle back to the place where we know we are sisters and are grateful for that.