To the outside world, we all grow old.
But not to brothers and sisters.
We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts.
We share private family jokes.
We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.
We live outside the touch of time.
*30 days till I see my sissy again, the tall one on the right (we’re now the same height). And that’s me giggling in the red jammies.