SISTERLY LOVE?

My younger sister has always been the baby of the family.

The woman that inspires me is my twin sister and I’ll tell you why! My sister Kierra is a warrior, an endometriosis’s warrior, a fighter and advocate. Many women may know that March is Women's history month, but do they know that March is also Endometriosis awareness month? I didn’t either at one point. Until three years ago when my twin sister began experiencing unusual and painful symptoms before and around her menstrual cycle. Consequently, I can only hypothesize that a great majority of women don't know what endometriosis is or haven't heard of it yet. So if we are going to shine the spotlight on amazing women. Then let’s talk about something that has impacted us all, at one point or another. Our periods!

Down in the busy streets of Soho a woman, Tierney McCarver, had a stack of post-its, tape and some five and single dollar bills.

“Sister from another mister” was literal for us. In fact, we would call each other that ever since we learned what the phrase meant. Mom always laughed but said nothing.

I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day after day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky. One day, I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father’s drawer. Father discovered about the stolen money right away.

"You're my person" -- Meredith Grey

Timothy got up before his alarm went off on Monday morning. As usual, he began his day by grabbing the black shoebox from beneath his bed and pulling out a perfect silicone mask of his face and a small sewing kit. He carefully stitched on the mask, attaching the outer edges before focusing on securing the smile to his lips. His restless, drowsy eyes were transformed into bright, unconcerned ones. His drooping frown became a reassuring smile. His mom knocked at the door.

Jessi was born into a fairly normal family: a mom, a dad, soon she had a little sister- me. Before Jessi turned seven, our mom died of cancer. Being a little girl without a mother is hard enough, but she also had me. I didn't realize growing up that she had inherited me as a responsibility, but she did. My dad was grieving and trying his best to find a way to stay home and provide for his two daughters, so my sister pretty much took over the roll of mother to me.

When we are growing up, we tend to form bonds with people that remind us of home. We are drawn to things that feel familiar. Things that feel safe. For me, that was my sister. And oddly enough, we didn’t have a relationship for about 10 years.

My mother and I went through life threatening ordeal when she gave birth to me after five days labor. My mother had one chance of a million to live after losing so much blood.

This one goes out to my only sister. Not only is she my blood, she is my best friend. My ally. My teammate; (literally). My role model. She embodies the person that I confined in, I look up to, cherish, and value. Even when we act like ugly beasts around each other sometimes, we still find it in our hearts to forgive, smile, laugh, and forget. She is the elder, only by 10 months, born in the same year as yours truly. Secretly bringing joy to those who are closest to her and have the privileged to know the real her, she has a way of orchestrating the story being told. Naturally talented in the department of charisma and charm; she is a beauty to behold. Radiant and warm behind the curtain she draws - which protects herself from strangers who want to steal her glowing, trusting, heart - she will light up a room if she would just draw back her walls. My sister, is the one and only true friend I have ever friend. I say this because she is the only one who has truly stayed by my side through thick, thin and just plain, upside down, no gravity type fiasco's. Maybe it's because we had to put up with each other for 18+ years since we lived under the same roof, so we were forced to get over it. Though, this only made our bond stronger. And even now, when we are at a breaking point in our relationship, we still both have the decency to reach out to one another and tell each other how we feel in order to heal; because we are soul sisters, not just sisters. Sister, you are genuinely and authentically my one and only; soul sister.