My sister is coming to see me tomorrow. That means I have to clean, sort out my money, find out what activities we're going to do and make up a bed for her to sleep on. All this preparation for someone who quite frankly won't appreciate it. She's my sister, and she's known me her whole life. We shared rooms off and on for twelve years, and she knows me. I'm messy and impractical and very very loud. These things don't match a spick and span room, and quite frankly she'd sleep on the ground outside if she needed to. She's perfect, sporty and athletic, and she's so incredibly beautiful she takes my breath away. But mostly she's a stranger to me. I don't even know when she had her first kiss, or what she wants to do when she grows up. Even though we lived together, we grew apart, and we didn't even notice.
My sister and I grew apart, but she's coming tomorrow, and that's the more important thing. Even though we've grown apart, we can grow back together.
My sister and I grew apart, but she's coming tomorrow, and that's the more important thing. Even though we've grown apart, we can grow back together.