I have one older, and one younger sister.
My mother told me once, not to worry that I didn't get along with my sisters. That when she was young, her and her sisters fought like cats, and dogs. That when we grew older we would be best of friends, just like she was with hers. I didn't believe her then, and I was certain that no amount of time would change how I felt about the situation.
Years have passed since then. Each of us have decided to share our lives with someone special. All of us brought new lives into the world, and rejoiced in the wonder that is motherhood. In this time, I've developed that friendship that comes with time, and common ground, but most of all... more than anything...
... I know they'll always put up with my shit... because, hey, we're sisters.
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