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My sisters. Aren’t they babes? No, you can’t have them.
They are my best friends for life. People always ask if we fight, and honestly we don’t. Sure we have the typical, “is that my handbag?” “where’s my top (shoes, make-up, earrings etc…) that you borrowed??” little squabbles. But we’ve never had an actual fight.
I also get asked which is my favourite, seriously people?! How can you have a favourite sister? Sure, one has a very short temper and will snap, but also has a complete heart of gold and would do anything for me.
The other you need to prod and remind about ten times a day to do a basic task, but she has amazing timing with her cheeky wit and will keep you laughing your arse off for hours.
We’re all different, but really we’re all the same. Both ex and current boyfriends have said that a conversation with us all in the same room is near impossible. Apparently we speak our own language, and that is far too fast for the men to keep up with.
They make me happy everyday. The private jokes, the laughs over boy dramas, our now bi weekly workouts. We keep in contact all the time, I have received texts from both of them this morning, one only ten minutes ago; “do your butt cheeks hurt?”.
I’m pleased I have sisters, if I had brothers I think I would be a totally different person!
Aouge, Mads, I love you both to bits.