Sisters

I have two younger sisters in my life. Mary is two years younger and well Laura is 13 years younger than me. I don't know how to describe how valuable they are to me. I can't imaging growing up without them. I remember Mary always wanting to play store, and I wanted to play ball with my three older brothers. But yes I was TOLD to play dolls and store with her, and when she got tired, well then I ran and played with my brothers. I remember Mother always bought us matching dresses from some Vendor that would come house to house with boxes of dresses for sale. That's the way it was in the sixties, the Helms bakery truck delivered doughnuts and all kinds of breads, the milk delivered by the milk man, and the man that sold dresses. And because we wore matching dresses people would constantly ask if we were twins. I really disliked that, I was just short, we were not twins. And Laura well she came way later in our lives. She was the last to be born into our family, and she was a blessing. She was our new toy in a way. She was fun to play with, and when we got tired we gave her back to Mother. But we did learn plenty in raising her. We learned how to do everything baby, bathing, changing, feeding, and we learned patience. All this was valuable to us as we got older and started our own families. Well we all have had our loves, and our memories, and we do live our own separate lives, but in the end we have each other. Mother taught us early that after all the friends that we thought would be there for us forever are gone, the only ones that would truly be there for us is family. And this is true. I know in my heart and by their actions that they are always here for me and I for them. My sisters are so funny, and smart, and tall, and they are mine. The best friends I will every have are my sisters.