The Ties That Bind

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My sister…
I love my sister, she’s the best.
She’s cooler than any other girl that I have ever met.
She had the greatest band, she has the greatest guy.
She’s good at everything and doesn’t even try.

-My Sister, The Juliana Hatfield Three

Today I’m dedicating this post to my sister. From the time we were small (she’s two years younger) we had a way of silently communicating and always joked that we were twins.  Not that we didn’t have our fair share of arguing…

But, as we’ve grown older, our bond has become even stronger.  On my 24th birthday and her 22nd, we celebrated when I came to visit on her birthday and decided to exchange gifts in person, even though my birthday had passed. First off, the boxes were wrapped very similarly and were the same in shape.  As if that was not strange enough, we opened the gifts and found that we had bought each other the exact same thing: Saki sets. Though they were different in design, the moment was one of those where we sat in awe of each other – neither of us had discussed gifts or what we wanted.

Yesterday, nearly all day, I had a knot in my stomach. I thought I knew the reason why, though it seemed…unlikely I would be in such a state due to my assumed reason.  This morning I had the strongest urge to call my sister. Sure enough, she had a very difficult day yesterday and was sick to her stomach all day long.  Our bond continues.  I know, without a doubt, that some of what was going on with me had to do with her. We are connected by an invisible string that seems to conduct information without filtering.

Despite the deep connection, we are different in many ways. Our reading material couldn’t be on further ends of the spectrum, though she recommended an author I’ve come to love: Haruki Murakami; his books have a haunting quality and generally leave the reader with the room to explore their own ideas of what might have happened.  They have a mildly parnormal aspect as well (try Norwegian Wood).  We also share an affinity for Tom Robbins but our favorite books that he has penned differ (mine has and always will be Jitterbug Perfume, she prefers Skinny Legs and All).  That is where our similarities in reading material diverge and we go in our separate direction. There’s no discussing who’s her favorite Black Dagger Brotherhood brother, or pondering the origins of one Jericho Barrons of the Fever Series, but these things are only accessories, nothing that can break us.

I love you sissy, forever and ever!

Just sayin’