She was only one year older than me, but I felt like she was elderly, and I had just been born. Adults used to tell us that one day we’d be close, but that never happened. There were times when I thought I hated her. If we weren’t sisters, we probably wouldn’t have been friends. Though maybe it’s harder to be friends with someone who you shared a bedroom and parents with. Maybe if we had met as adults, things would have been different.
