Best Things In {My} Life #2

Sisters.

Growing up, we lived in a smart apartment in the city. And when I say the city, I mean NYC. No one who actually lives in the city calls it NYC or New York City. We just refer to it as The City.

Let’s just say that 4 girls in a one bathroom apartment could get quite crazy.

There was a lot of banging on the bathroom door and stealing of clothes.

You would have the best idea of what to wear the next day to school, only to not find it that morning. And when your older sister got home that day you would see that it was because she wore it. Fun, fun.

And lots of times there was name calling. No curse words because we would have no tongue. But big head, big butt, dummy, idiot, brat, jerk, nerd, stink butt and basically anything you could come up with. We also made up insults which is cool when I think of it right now. One of them was "Nunu". We have no idea how it came about but it was an insult and trust me, we knew what it meant.

It was nice that there were 4 of us because one person didn’t get ganged on often. It was always 2 against 2 unless we wanted to piss my older sister off since she was so bossy. She always had to be the teacher or the choir director. Don't get me started when she wanted one of us to sing soprano when that person was actually an alto.

Regardless of the fist fights, name calling and clothes stealing we loved each other. If anyone messed with us it was on. We had each other’s back.

Now as an adult, I feel so lucky to have my sisters. To have friendships with the women who have the same blood running through their veins. To have memories that no one would ever have but us. To have a history. To have jokes that no one else finds funny but us. To laugh so hard together that our bellies hurt. To cry with each other when one of us is hurting. To know that in this entire world no one else holds the bond that we have with each other.

Emma, Priscilla and Maryanna, you certainly make my list of the best things in life.