I find myself fantasizing about Day 31—the glorious solitude, the empty bathroom counter, the silence. I also notice that I am eating better because she cooks. I am sleeping better because the apartment doesn’t feel empty. I hate that I appreciate her. I hate that I will miss the wet towels.
“So,” she says. “The bathroom counter is yours again.” 30 days ~ life with my sister
We do not hug. We are not a hugging family. But she leaves a post-it note on the refrigerator. It says: “You’re not as annoying as I remembered. —Your least favorite sister.” I find myself fantasizing about Day 31—the glorious