One of the only people who may actually understand your lot in life..

is your sibling. Throughout life my sister and I have cycled through all sorts of phases. Phases where we spent all day preserving insects in hot glue for our museum-style bug collection (very sorry to the bugs). Phases were I tried to force her to be interested in rc cars. Phases where I was too self-absorbed and we barely spoke. Phases where we camped in Iceland for ten days, risking infuriating the rental car company with ‘gravel damage’. Phases where we grow from our past, painful and joyful.