sisters

are a concept I never grew up with.

then I moved to Bangladesh and was shoved into a room with three and a bed with one other.

then i was shoved into a small baby apartment with 7 of us.

and, I learned.

I learned how to share
and make coffee for more than just one person
and to ask who wants oatmeal before I made it
or eggss
or turkey bacon
or sliced apple

and, I learned.

I've also learned that through frustration
and anger
and hurt
there is healing.

there can be.

I spent last night with a sister who went through a lot of this with me
and yes, it might be a year and a half later

but

we are not only sisters
but
friends.