“You girls should be nice to each other, you’ll be best friends when you’re older.”
I couldn’t figure out what my mom was talking about when she said we’d be best friends some day. I had friends, they’ll still be my friends. And, my sisters will just be my sisters.
We were mean to each other. We took sides. We hit. And, then ran as fast as we could to the closest room to slam the door. There was lots of yelling. Lots of crying.
But, there was also lots of laughing. With five girls, three years apart in age, there had to be.
But, mom was right.
I love my sisters. They’re dramatic. They’re funny. They’re awesome. They’re super loud when we all get together.
And, most importantly, they’re the four best friends I’ll ever have!