When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?

Mix, stir and add a pinch of love is the perfect recipe for family.

She told me that she loved me.
She told me that everything would be okay.
She told me to let go; so I did.

Sisterhood was about shared experiences, trust, knowing you had people who would be there for you and would listen to you no matter what, and who could always tell if there was something wrong. They were the ones who, with a single look, knew if you were about to burst into giggles or into tears and why, and who knew when you needed to get out of the house for a midnight trip to In-N-Out Burger to gorge on a milkshake and animal-style fries. They were the ones you could be raging angry with one moment, and completely forgive ten minutes later. She would always be there for her sisters, and they would always be there for her, because they loved each other no matter what.

Eternity has a way of letting us all grow up.

Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to be.