I burst into tears in front of the DiGiorno.
Then she handed me a small folded note. Inside, in her messy handwriting, it said: “v202501. Spending a month with you reminded me that family isn’t about blood. It’s about who stays. Who shows up. Who loads the dishwasher wrong and still loves you anyway. You are, and have always been, ya best.” I ugly-cried. She ugly-cried. The pancakes got cold. spending a month with my sister v202501 ya best
It was 3:00 AM. We couldn’t sleep. Neither of us knows why. She made popcorn (microwave, extra butter). I grabbed a blanket. We sat on the floor of her living room like we were 12 and 14 again, building a pillow fort out of sheer insomnia. I burst into tears in front of the DiGiorno
“Yeah. That’s ya best.”