My sister came into this world almost five years after I had established myself as the number one grandchild on both sides of the family. I was the chief kingpin and I was not about to let her take over my place in the hierarchy. When we were children, I was the most politically incorrect of all big sisters. I made her sit on the back of the bus. I convinced her, that when we washed dishes, all she had to do was the silverware – which included anything silver, like the caked on, food encrusted kettles and cooking utensils. I’d take care of the glasses and plates. I purposely ignored her when my friends came over and she wanted to join in. We fought constantly and even more intensely as I entered puberty. Once we both ventured out of the security of the nest, we realized how important we were to each other.
Our mother gave us the gift of laughter and that has carried us through most of life’s challenges and adventures. Through the years, I watched as she struggled to have children, while I was already raising three of them. I saw her grow into an independent woman, even in those times. Her husband started a franchise business and she worked alongside him, until one day she decided to go on strike. There she was, outside her husband’s business, with a picket sign. All my bullying must’ve made her stronger. OK, I won’t take credit for that. We both had early experiences with death as our mother’s side of the family seemed to be dropping like flies during our childhood. We learned how to weep over loss and still maintain the dignity of carrying on in adversity. Mom and dad made sure we had a spiritual base. Laughter, strength, hope and faith in God, all played an important part in our upbringing.
As the years advance, we grow even closer together. Our homes are in different states, but our thoughts and prayers for each other continue now for our husbands, for facing the aging process, for strength to get through it all and the wisdom to know how to handle it. God bless you, my dear sister. You will always be my best friend in the whole wide world.
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You can definitely tell you are sisters. You look so much alike!❤️❤️
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Thank you for that. I feel honored to look like her. She’s a beautiful woman in so many ways.
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As are you!
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Thank you.
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Wish her happy birthday from me!
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Will do!
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The son who is a clean freak, making his kids wash the dishes twice after failed inspections, is the younger one, but as a child, he would wash two dishes so that he could say he washed the dishes. With only one, it would be dish. Of course, his older brother who had the same attitude as you about not giving up the throne, but with a mean streak, would have to do the rest of the dishes the next day. Sadly, their worldviews may prevent them from ever being friends.
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Hopefully their world views may change and they will become friends. Thankfully my sister and I did.
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The younger is willing, the older stands firm as a wall against any view other than his. But God can perform miracles.
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Yes he can❤️
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And next month is my wife’s birthday and my sister’s birthday.
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I’ll be thinking about you.
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Thank you. Yesterday was a rough day, for what I wrote rather than the day itself. But over all, I am doing a lot better.
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Happy birthday to your sister! 🙂
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Thanks ❤️
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As the youngest, I can understand how you’re sister must have felt. Ha ha, now my brothers were a big meaner. They liked to beat up on their younger, smarter brother. Ha ha! Love your story, love the closeness you two must have. Happy birthday to your sister!
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Thank you Brian😍
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