One day when I was maybe twelve, I tearfully told my mother, "I wish I had a sister."
"No, you don't," she replied, the younger of two sisters herself. "All you would do is fight."
And I knew that to a certain extent she was right. But what I was really trying to say is that I wanted someone to know me, inside and out, and to walk out into the world with me and have my back.
I never did get my own sister but now I'm a mother of four sisters, so I've become a bit of an expert on the subject.
And my mom was right. Sisters do fight a lot. But they also know each other, inside and out, and I know for a fact that they watch out for each other in the great big world.