Donna
She’s my confidant
Her kiss my ass attitude
She’s my trashy book buddy
She understands the need for chocolate
She didn’t bludgeon me when we were kids and no one had greater reasons
I once gave her boys these balls that had fake body parts with squishy colored liquid inside them and they exploded in her living room. She only retaliated by giving my daughter her first make-up kit, at age 4.
We become stronger friends the older we get and have weathered the worst that can be thrown at us
Her strength and love
Her temper (it’s the red hair & Italian genes, I’m certain)
She’s my sister and an integral part of my soul
1 comment:
your the best. if you wern't there with me as we went through everything. i'd be more of a basket case than i already am....
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