Sisters They weren’t born sisters, but growing up in the same crazy family, there was always an unspoken bond between them. Each knew the family “stories”, the good and the not so good. No words were ever needed, they just instinctively knew each other’s hearts. One look in her eyes, and one knew the other was broken. Each was there for the other, unconditionally, without judgement, without harsh words, without cutting glances, or condemnation. They were each other’s comfort in the storms….a soft place to land and a strong shoulder to rest a head upon. Comfort, like a soft, gentle rain on a summer’s day. Comfort like the warm glow coming from a window on a chilly night. They were each other’s “home”. They could tell each other their wildest dreams for the future and the other would believe without question that these wild dreams would come true. The wild sisters would giggle about silly things that no one else would ...