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Two Writing Teachers
When they were younger, our girls would be mistaken for twins. Two tow-headed little ones sitting in a restaurant booth looked the same size and age.
"I'm the OLDEST," L would assert.
A would just sit and smile.
They have so few things in common. I realize that just because they are sisters (born only 22 months apart) doesn't automatically make them best friends.
I find myself trying to figure out how to mold and build their relationship, then stopping cold.
They are young adults. Their past ups and downs are written.
Oldest wanted to play everything together. Youngest was happier playing solo.
Different interests, different personalities, different people.
It's been an interesting year to have them both here, especially since the oldest has spent time living on her own since she began college.
I guess I'll just step back and have them figure out how their sisterhood will grow and change.