Forty-nine years ago my life changed when the stork brought me a little sister. A best friend and constant companion. A playmate and co-conspirator. Even though I was two years, nine months and seven days older, Momma dressed us alike and many people came to believe we were twins.
Some still do.
I try to recall my first sister memory, but I can’t find it. My memories are all of us together.
Grace Grits and Gardening
The Beatles, Birthday Song