Healing and restoration has come to our family. I think. Maybe I am a tad doubtful about it. It feels a tad incomplete, I cannot explain it- but it is better.
Three sisters now talk regularly. Mom and dad would be proud. We have gone shopping and shared a meal or two. Helping to recall lost memories - especially for me being the youngest. My sisters grew up together, they have memories together and of a younger parents. Like more than none, our family is not Norman Rockwell. Our parents far from perfect made mistakes, painful and hurtful mistakes. I have forgiven them. I cannot hold onto anger and bitterness. It takes away from life, doesn't mean I forget. Because I do not, but I cannot obsess.
Sisters. We are sisters. All blonde with help from a bottle , all see with glasses, all caregivers, all love - we are restored. I am blessed.
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