Word Count: 100
Not all soeurs are forever. But we are.
I’m there when she goes to check her college entrance exam scores, her hand trembling in my own.
She stands at the altar with a man who I know will never be good enough for her, and I give her my grudging support.
When he dies, I share her grief. She does the same for me.
We’re old and gray now, but a letter from her is still enough to put a smile on my face.
I stand at her funeral, feeling truly alone for the first time in over eighty years.