impossible love

Alice Walker asked, “Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister?” Well, Alice, in my experience: No. Last night my baby sister and I were running around Berlin trying to find each other. It was an impossible situation that left both of us overwhelmed and, in my case, even more dramatic than usual. When I got that call saying that she was okay my first response was, “Good! Cause I’m going to kill her.” Isn’t it interesting how worry so quickly calls in its understudy, anger, in situations like these. When I did find her on the u5 platform at Samariterstraße there was no violence – just a couple of tears and a lot of hugging. I was so struck by my impossible love for this young woman who is so much more than just a sibling; as Toni Morrison puts it, “A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special kind of double.”

Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow. – Benjamin Disraeli

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. – Marion C. Garretty

PS. I took today’s picture when I was in Paris with my other sister earlier this year xxx

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