I love that my sister and I can have a heated discussion where we completely disagree with one another (in other words an arguement) and then realize that we aren't going to convince the other that we are right so we decide to move onto a new subject and can laugh and have fun like nothing ever happened.
It's taken us 29 years to get here, but we finally made it.
I love being able to say what I think and how I feel and whether she agrees or not she will listen, care about my opinion, and love me despite it.
I love you, Shar.
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I love that, too. I was very proud of us. Do you think that means we're grown ups now?
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