I love my sister. And she loves me. We are really close to each other. We share everything with each other. We are a loving couple first, siblings second. But it hasn’t always been like that. We had a rough start with each other. We couldn’t stand each other for the bigger part of our lives – in case you might ask yourself, I am 34 and she is 32 years old now, on the day I write those lines. We were constantly at each others throats. Constantly fighting to get our parent’s attention. It was around four years ago when it all began to change. When we began to see each other in a very different way. But believe me, it didn’t happen over night.
A fucking tragedy kicked it all off, started a new chapter in the relationship between me and my sister: Our parents died in a very tragic car accident four years ago. Both of them 58 years old. When I received the message, I had a major breakdown. I struggled. It was the low point of my life. It nearly killed me. I was close to my parents.