Tonight, my sister went out to have fun with her friends. She told my parents she'll be home by 11pm. She told me she'll be home at 12am and that I had to wait for her so we can still drink together. I believed in her. I waited, and worried and remembered my own days- times I would lie and just tell my parents I'm on my way home when I'm happily steady and drinking. History is really coming right at me, I smiled to myself.
My sister got home at 1:30am. And yes, I'm worried and kinda mad. But I didn't want to ruin our night. That's my parents' job anyway. So we drank and laughed, and shared our stories. Yes, I can and I love drinking and watching alone. But the bottles, and the stories, the love and the laughter, is truly best shared..with no other than my person, my sister :)
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