We fought. Oh how we fought. We screamed, we yelled and we said nasty, nasty things. We thought that chances were as soon as we didn't have to we would never speak again.
But my first memories are of sobbing hysterically because I thought she was getting her leg cut off when her baby leg cast needed to be removed. I remember endless nights laying awake in bed worrying myself to insomnia that something would happen to her and I would never recover. I loved her. I was jealous of her. I drove her nuts. She drove me insane. But born 22 months apart, sharing the same life, she was and is my sister.