Fortunately I have many photos of my sister and myself. I'm guessing these were taken about forty years apart. My bright red fingernails and dangling earrings are reminders of a different iteration of myself. No doubt I was wearing high heels too. We had a running joke about how she was the taller, even though she had to look up into my face to make the declaration. It never failed to make me laugh.
I'd counted on us turning into little old ladies together but she died ten years ago. There was so much left to be said, so much more to do. Of all my family members, I've missed her the most.
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