ABRASIVE ?
No more !
Füsun Atalay ~ Copyright © 2009
My sister said that she has no other friend like me. My feeling towards her is the same, but for her to see me that way is an honor. She has so many friends, circles, experience and admirers. Yet she singles me out as her kindred spirit.
Words to describe or to explain what my sister and I share are not even born into the lexicon yet; however, the ones that already exist reveal that we thrive together. Togetherness inspires us, motivates us fires us up and ... We a share a rich past- a very close and unique one that is etched in our memories and one, not yet claimed by the cruelty of age. We complete our thoughts and recite memories or fill in gaps on the stage of our past. We laugh and cry; we hug and hold hands; we look into each other’s teary eyes where we read answers to unspoken questions.
During our pre and early teen years, we could never have imagined the oneness and kindredness of spirits we would enjoy in each other now. Back then, as Inci said, "we were abrasive." How accurate ! We indulged in sneaky, petty rivalries and benign sibling jealousies — just annoying enough, irritating and abrasive on our Mother’s nerves.
Our abrasiveness is smoothened on the rough spots through the years and shines now sparkling like a most precious gem of loyalty and love with the help of a life, full of growth and learning we have shared. And I am grateful for that and for being able to see once more the important things in life.
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