Some days I really miss my sisters. More than usual, that is. I miss the way we can sit up all night talking about stuff and being silly. I miss how I can say almost anything and not feel stupid. I miss the way they look at me like what I say really matters, or at least if it doesn't they want to hear it anyway. I miss being the loud one.
Other days I really miss my brothers. I miss how I can call them any time something breaks. I miss the way they make me laugh until I cry. I miss their man hugs. I miss having them tell me that I'm beautiful. Sometimes I even miss the way they drive me crazy (but not really).
