There are days when the world feels unbearably quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet—but the heavy, aching kind that wraps around your chest and makes you feel like no one sees you. I’ve had more of those days than I can count. Days when I wanted to scream, not because I was angry, but because I just needed the world to hear me—needed to know I existed.
Some days I’ve felt stuck, like a pig in a pen, trapped in routine and mess. Other times, I’ve felt invisible, like a kid lost in a crowd, trying to keep up but always a few steps behind. It’s easy to drown in that kind of loneliness. But something always pulled me back.
Her.
My sister.
We don’t always get along. We bicker over silly things. We push each other’s buttons just to feel something real. But through every fight, every eye-roll, every slammed door, she stays. She shows up. And somehow, that makes all the difference.
When she’s near, the weight of everything feels lighter. She has this way of turning an ordinary moment into something golden, like sunshine slipping through a window. A single laugh from her can turn my whole day around. Her presence reminds me that it’s okay to be myself, messy and all. With her, I shine a little brighter.
Life’s still unpredictable. It throws curveballs and storms without warning. But with her by my side, I know I’ll be okay. Because she’s not just my sister—she’s my best friend. And having that kind of bond? That’s the real zest of life.
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