Sisters remember things you would rather forget. In graphic detail. With proof. Marions C. Garretty
I am the eldest of three sisters and, sis #1 reminds me I am the oldest every chance she gets 🙂
Reminiscent of our childhood, we may have been jealous, competitive, and telling on each other if we didn’t get our way, but at the end of the day, loving. We were always together playing house, games and jumping rope. We shared each other’s toys, dolls, clothes, and thank goodness, not our boyfriends.
The story we share may have a common ground, yet we don’t remember things the same way. I find it fascinating how we see situations and the way we behaved toward the situation slightly different. We laugh a lot and more often at ourselves.
Photo: Early 90’s. Top: sis #1, me
Bottom: sis #3, sis #2
We’re each unique with our distinct personalities and quirks. However, we’re bonded by blood, by family, by memories, and the unknown adventures of the future.
I watched my sisters grow up into beautiful, talented and confident women. We may not agree on everything, but as long as we respect each other’s visions and the choices we’ve made along our journey, it’s fine by me.
I love you my sistas!!!