Letter To My Sisters

I love yall.

I remember fights with both of you when I was younger….. Kim, I don’t remember what me and you got into it about that time, but Kiren? Oh Lord, we were always fighting and you know Mommy didn’t play that fighting stuff. I remember the time we were fighting over the fan LMAO! In retrospect, its funny as hell, but I was vexed with you that day. I got over it. We both always did. When it came down to it, there was never anything that could get between us, and Im happy to say that that has not changed.

Kim, when I was little, you were a stranger to me. Seven year’s difference is a lot when youre little. We didn’t seem to have a whole lot in common and you were always off doing something that didn’t include me, so I really never thought I’d ever get to know you, but you were always my idol. I always thought you were so pretty, and you were a cheerleader, which everybody knows is like…. awesome LOL. When you left the nest, it broke my little heart. How was I ever gonna get to know you now?

Well, I am pleased to say that my worry was for naught, for as time brought us both to maturity, that seven years didn’t seem so wide a gap to mind, and we are closer now than I could ever have hoped we’d be.

Kiren, I know you hated having to take me everywhere with you when we were little, but please believe me when I say I didn’t wanna go either LOL. I was perfectly happy in the house, reading something, but had you not been forced to take me with you all the time, who would have noticed all the little things that were wrong, to tell Ma? I shudder to think of my condition going unnoticed for much longer than it did. The long and short of it is – however inadvertently – you saved my life.

Its interesting how as much as we fought, you and I were DAWGS. I think you recognized my coolness before anybody else did. You were always my biggest fan and promoter. When I found out you were moving out of state, I couldn’t imagine you not being here, and I didn’t want you to go. I still wish you hadn’t, but I’ve always respected your will to be and do whatever you felt like at the time LOL. I guess that might be where I got it from.

For the three of us to come from the same woman, we couldn’t be more different. But I think the differences are what gel us together…. Kinda like puzzle pieces. Where there is a dip in one’s makeup, there is a protrusion in another’s, and placed side by side, they interlock, with just barely visible seams around the edges. Those seams, to me, represent the things uncommon. The seams symbolize the various ways we each were affected differently by being our mother’s daughters – our individual trials, insecurities and secrets to be taken to the grave. I see her influence in you and often wonder if you see it too. I wonder if you realize she’s the reason you do….. “that”…….. why you wont do “that”…….. and why you cant do “that”……. I wonder if you know that I do…. wont…. and cant either…….

Still, we love her fiercely. In all her trials, insecurities and secrets to be taken to the grave. Her barely visible seams outline the various ways in which she has been affected by having the three of us for daughters. I see our impact and often wonder if she sees it too.

One of the many things she got right, was forging the sisterly bond we boast so proudly today. We’ve never had the division amongst us so prevalent in nearly every other branch of our family tree. We’ve never had fallouts that took us out of each other’s lives, as was standard fare in previous generations. Though distance has now come between the three of us, I know that nothing else ever will, and I am glad to call you both “my sister.”

Forever Dig.