Sisters
Day 7
Two sisters walked the road
The youngest saw a rock
she took it in her hand
and stone began to talk
“Your sister knows a secret
she won't tell you because you're young
However I'm a old soul with secrets
Better ones than hers
throw me hard at her
and ill tell you little miss
my.. very.. best.. one
The girl stopped walking – frozen
Her sister turned around
They stared at each other for a moment
then the young girls hand relaxed
the stone, fell and landed harshly
impotent on the ground
I am an only child. (dramatic pause)
As such, I have always been fascinated by familial bonds. More precisely others who have siblings.
I have always wondered what it was like to share a holiday.
To know at the amusement park you'd have someone to ride with.
To be safe in the knowledge that no matter how bad the argument you'll always have a chance at reconciliation.
To have someone to talk too given a shared upbringing.
Doesn't really matter to me, I guess, but I find that others with siblings seem to think it matters quite a lot.
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