We fight constantly. First toys, then the T.V. remote, then personal space. We broke skin sometimes, drawing blood; but I guess we're lucky neither of us actually struck with the knife and scissors we were holding.
Over the years, we've graduated from physical to verbal assaults. We know each other well, our weak points, and we both strive to modify our attacks to catch the other off guard. I'll admit that it's sometimes fun and amusing.
We don't always mean what we say. At the end of the day, the fact is we're family and we love each other.
Today is her birthday. I'm lucky to have such a wonderful person in my life. Happy Birthday Sis.