sisters

Somehow, i can never say enough about the two bestest friends i have in all the world. And they are not my parents, either. They are my sisters. And i am not jaded enough into thinking that we are the only ones joined by such thick strands of sisterhood, that can cross time, and place. Somehow, i know that each sibling out there feels just as i do, no matter how deeply buried that love lies. For instance, i have a very dear friend of mine who LOVES to gloat over her sister. whenever she finds an area that she is better than her sister in, she will not fail to herald it to her sister with great applomb. Yet you really ought to hear her once she starts expounding on the musical virtuoso that her sister is! She will rail fore and aft about her talent, and instead of making us shake our head in this violent contradiction to her behaviour, we actually merit her praise all the more because of her criticism of her sister! Afterall, what weightage is the praise of an ardent admirer, who so thick in their haze of admiration, can barely see the person herself!
But coming back to MY best friends, i really don't know what i'd do with them. Sometimes we disagree, and sometimes we argue, but really, when times of trouble comes, there's no one i'd turn to but a sister. My sister.
Yet i myself know that at times, i don't really show my love for them, for some reason that escapes me entirely when i try to reason it rationally. Because it simply doesn't make sense to me. I mean, there are reasons that i can think of as to why we would do what we do, but they don't make sense. As we grow older, all those petty reasons seem all the more insane, and i start to wish that i had, from the start, shown my love for my sisters. Starting 15 years later is 15 times harder, because like bank accounts, we seem to hold on to the minute grudges. if i had only started a year before, i wonder how "advanced" we would've gotten by now.
i guess i can risk it and say that i am trying, but it's uphill work, and the minute i let go for a moment i slip a foot down the slope, and i have to start climbing all over again. but all the same, i think it is very worth it, because i am terrified of the day we three wake up to find ourselves alone, with only ourselves to blame.