A Beautiful Gift.
A gift comes in many forms, and sisters are one of those forms. Each one being beautiful, and unique in her own way, with a marked individuality that makes her even more precious. That’s not to say that there aren’t any similarities. Of course that comes in abundance, as do the differences.
Difference is important because it gives depth and characterises each persona as the definition of itself, while similarities seamlessly accommodate and reflect the others’, without any surprises there.
What’s beautiful and memorable, is the fun we had growing up together, when sharing jokes , or fighting over things was the norm’ , and nothing else seemed to matter, but fitting into the skinny jeans that were way too small, and that barely stretched at all .
The joy of those magical days, when waking dreams unwound the evenings with tomorrow’s visit to the park was the only thing that filled our heads, and paraded before our eyes in hopeful fizz, and exciteful bursts. Those beautiful moments belonged to us, My Sisters and I, and they can be captured in this plain and simple thought, I’m going to the park tomorrow, with my sisters. Yepydobido!
Sisters (and brothers), such a beautiful and precious gift, they are!