My sister and I are constantly fighting, as siblings tend to do. A few days ago we got into a huge fight over a small argument. After years of experience we both know how to get on each others nerve. We yell and say mean things and then we pretend we do not care to further infuriate the other. We always fight for the last word and then one of us storms off.
This time it was my sister who stormed out. Even though I was mad at her when she left the room I felt so guilty; why had I been so mean?
I found her sitting at the top of the stairway with her hands in her head, crying. She told me that when she is in a fight with me, I have a way of making her feel so sad. I hated to hear that. She also thanked me. During the fight she had said that she would rather people make fun of her than listen to what I was saying. In all my furry I stopped to make sure nobody was making fun of her for real. That is what she thanked me for.
I started to cry. I cried because I was so mad at myself for making my sister cry but I also cried because in that moment I felt so lucky to have my sister. When I started crying my sister put her arms around me. We sat together at the top of the stairway for a long time.
I think the reason we fight with the people closest to us is because we know they will love us no matter what.
We both agreed this was our favorite shoe at the Bata Shoe Museum