Sista. Sista.
Never in a million years would I have imagined we’d have this kind of relationship I would have with my sister. In 2001 she enlisted in the Air Force and left home. So there I was on my own at 13 my sited hundreds of miles away. But then, we weren’t close. As my sister I missed her. It wasn’t until 9/11 that I mourned her decision to enlist. It scarred me.
Years passed. We talked on the phone, she visited home but all in all we existed without eachother. I experienced everything without dyer watchful eye, without her mindful advice. I fell in love and out. Life happened for me. I graduated high school and started college. It wasn’t until 2006 that she’d come home for a while. And even then our bond was not very strong. After the birth of her daughter she went back home out of state.
So there I was existing again. I went on to get pregnant and have my daughter. We existed hundreds of miles apart doing this thing we would come to realize is so much easier together, rearing little girls. I began writing this watching our girls play. And today we aren’t doing it alone. Today we exist here just 15 minutes apart,though from our phone calls you’d swear we hadn’t seen eachother in ages.
Our bond is not what it was 10 years ago, it’s 100 times stronger. My sister is my best friend and I love her. So glad she’s back home.





