Little Sister.

My youngest sister is a lot like me. We don’t talk too much about the bad stuff that happens in our lives. I think it’s part what’s the point?, part if I start now, I’ll be in a vortex of never ending bad stuff that happens in life, and part so many others have it worse, who am I to get into this. Well, I send her a text every now and then to let her know that we love her and are thinking of her. Sometimes I wonder if she even sees them, because she does not always respond, but sometimes, like today, she’ll surprise me.