When I say “little sister,” I
really do mean it. My sister never ages
beyond eight years old or so, even though, chronologically, she is fully 21
years old and can buy adult beverages.
She’ll never not be my baby sister.
We had the most brilliant time,
and the truth is, we didn’t do much that I hadn’t done several times
before. I always take my visitors to
Millennium Park, for example. We shopped
at H&M, which I only discovered after I moved here and have never looked
back. We went to the Sears Tower (no,
I’m not going to call it Willis Tower) and it was the third time I’d been there
since I moved to Chicago.
But it was completely awesome,
because I was with the person I’ve grown up with since I was
three years old.
I moved out of the house when I
was 17. Since then, visits with my
sister have always been in the context of holidays or family
get-togethers. Of course we always spend plenty
of time together, but usually in the company of at least one or several other
people.
This time was different. Just about everything we did, it was just us
two.
Here’s a smattering of things we
did:
Watched a Cubs game
Ate cinnamon rolls at Ann Sather
Slept in my twin bed for two
nights
Watched a movie while sitting all
tangled up on the couch
Rode the trains around and around
the city
Took pictures and Instagram-ed
everything
Talked about everything
Laughed about everything.
Sisters are wonderful
things. Everyone should have one.
YES THEY SHOULD
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