We walk

arm in arm

Constantly united as we eagerly skip to our unknown future, or trudge onto the not-so-welcoming parts of life.
We jump and celebrate together through the good times or pull and struggle to separate ourselves during hardships. But through these bad times, we never, ever, let go, we keep each other on the same path. One straggler occasionally stepping off but a bond holds strong and we keep each other on that windind, looping path towards the happiest of happy and the unwelcoming presence of sorrow.







We either enjoy an incredibly long dance competition, cheer on a volleyball tournament, or stay in freezing cold weather as the marching band perseveres.

No matter how we are feeling personally, what day it is, or our feelings towards one another after our last fight, there is always an invisible bond between us that well never be broken.

This bond, called love, holds true in all situations,

big or small whether we want it there or not.

We walk

arm in arm

the most priceless three some alive, friends, siblings, but most of all, sisters.