Because she and I are many years apart in age (I the elder by a ridiculous number of years), we shared little of either of our childhoods. I remember an adorable little girl running around when I came home from college, and there are some fabulous photos of the two of us. It always looked charming but it didn't make for close sisters. Plus, there was a fair amount of negativity (for want of more descriptive and more weighted words) in our family. My sister learned to be nimble in stepping around most rancor, leading some to think she was merely oblivious, but it really meant that she had taught herself how to go on. Although I concluded that everything I did would eventually result in someone being angry at me, she concluded simply (and much more helpfully, I guess) that she could trust only herself. Consequently, she learned to rely on herself and her own judgment, and she has developed enormous creativity and imagination. I admire and love her immensely.
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