You are blood. You are sisters. No man can break that bond.

My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom.

We didn’t want to admit it then, but we were friends. Best friends.

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.

No matter what, they always had each other. How did people get through life without sisters?

Oh, my love,' she said. 'What do the only children do?'

'We'll never have to know.