For anyone out there following the saga that is my sister situation, I received the shock of my 30 years when I got a call from my oldest sister on Sunday -- just to talk.
That's never happened before. Never. In 30 years. Okay, the 25 years I've known what to do with a phone. Still.
Seems there might be hope for sisters afterall. The more I open myself to them, the more I realize how alike we all are. Really. Complementary strengths and weaknesses, to be sure, but forged in the same parental irons. Each fucked up in our own way, each strong in unique ways. The beauty of siblings.
I feel a giant glacial shift. It's life-giving for sure.
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