what’s wrong with you?

“You guys talk and laugh as if you were friends, not sisters, what’s wrong with you?” That’s what my youngest niece said the other day after hearing my sister and me laughing our asses off at some silly thing. None of us said a thing, none of us was able to explain the little one what it was. But her question has been on my mind ever since? “What’s wrong with us? What’s wrong with us?” And then after thinking about it for a while I decided what is “wrong” with us (yes, with quotation marks).

What’s “wrong” with us is that:

  1. We were born almost 15 years apart.
  2. We were raised in different ways.
  3. We barely lived together, therefore we barely knew each other enough to fight, yell, pull each other’s hair.
  4. We were far from each other too long, for reasons there’s no point discussing now.
  5. We’ve been through a lot this past year, well she’s been through a lot the last many couple of years.
  6. We need each other, we are all we have in terms of blood-related-family.
  7. We need to laugh, we need to talk.
  8. We need each other, we need each other, we need each other.

So, yesterday I took my sister to get pedicures. We pampered ourselves, we watched silly tv shows and we laughed. At night my sister held me tight and cried on my shoulder, for the pedicure, for the day, for the life, for my being here.

There’s nothing wrong with us, period.

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