About a month ago, my 11-year-old sister popped into
my room and said, “What do you think about me starting a business?” and I’m
like, “Cool, I’m building a chip for my brain.” We both laughed. Totally normal
sibling conversation. We tell each other the crazy stuff we keep zipped around
everyone else.
We ain’t blood-related, but trust? That’s what feels
like home. I told her if I screw it up, she doesn’t need to stick around and
fake it. I threw this example her way, “How many sips of poison before it does
its damage?” She looked at me like, ‘Dang, makes sense.’
Unless, of course, she messed with the trust line...
I’d roll over, nap, and then ask if she wants ice cream. Have I ever lost my
cool with my little sister? That’d be the same day pigs fly.
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