Polar opposites. That is what we were. What we are. Joined by the soul-mark of being born into the same family so close in age.
I'm dark-skinned, brown eyes, brown hair.
She's freckled-sprinkled, blue eyes, blondish-brown hair.
As a kid, I was content with my books and my dolls.
As a kid, she wanted to build bridges. She wanted to an artichect.
She only played with dolls, because I did.
I named my dolls, Bradley, Patty, Benjamin, Brianna, Watermelon.
She named hers Sarajane. All of them. Every single doll.
I liked vanilla. She liked chocolate. I was a vegan. She spent her days feasting on Cheese-puffs and chocolate.
We spent our high school years as a tagged-team. I spent my afternoons in the kitchen watching her bake...We spent our afternoons in the library. She'd look at my Better Homes & Gardens, I'd look at her Architectural Digest.
She is the ultimate Kindred Spirit of my soul. When I brought Ben home, I told him, "If SHE doesn't like you, that's it."Thankfully, she did.
Biggest cheerleaders. Biggest accountability. Strongest supportors. Our passion-infused souls have conflicted with each other on numerous occasions. But even with those conflicts, love flowed like a steady stream.
She is my sister. And, I love her.