lovedAnd you do not know, O Best Beloved, you cannot understand how fiercely, drivingly, mind-numbingly proud I am of this beautiful young woman whom I used to abuse and taunt and torment and inflict emotional cruelties on because that was what sisters did. You do not know because I do not have the words to tell you.
With her permission, I will tell you why my sister speaks of plagiarism, but it is her story first and I will not share it without permission. But I look at this beautiful, brilliant girl and I look at the broken family that produced both of us - my parents, O Best Beloved, divorced when I was seven and Chelly was four - and I know deep in my heart that it was communication and love and respect that built us. And I know that our family was broken but not destroyed.
Why am I telling you this?
Because when I was growing up I did not know how lucky I was. And now I do. And I love my beautiful little sister with all my heart.
