What about family? Sibling relationships are the most complex thing I may have to deal with in my lifetime.
We did not choose each other.
She came into my life when I was too young to remember; she has never known life without me. Yet, we were not always active characters in each other's stories. There are chapters in my life from which she is missing. Perhaps it is I who is missing from her's. Or rather, erased, whether unconsciously or deliberately. Slowly we are diverging onto two separate story paths, hardly ever intertwining.
We are strangers than strangers, almost embarrassed when passing each other on the streets by chance.
A thought that crosses my mind from time to time, a time like today: am I the weirder one?
My earliest memories of us together: