I laughed. Then I cried, a little. The air mattress was already packed.
We also stopped apologizing for our quirks. She narrates her cooking. I talk to my plants. Neither of us closes cabinet doors. It turns out that living with a sibling as an adult is not about merging lives. It’s about learning to orbit the same sun without colliding. spending a month with my sister v202406
"Spending a month with my sister: v202406 edition. ☀️ Updated features include: better coffee runs, more shared clothes, and 0% patience for each other’s alarms." I laughed