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BOOKS: Swimming at Night

I don't quite remember how I stumbled upon this book, whether it was Goodreads or Nookbooks, 
but I just was drawn to it and I am so glad I was.  It made me reflect on my life, with my my sister... 

I have a sister.  She's my only sister. We grew up, side by side, in what you'd call a broken home.  People usually thought we were twins despite our two and a half year age difference.  As the younger sister, all I wanted was to catch up to her, to be the same as her, and to win the affection of all the boys that seemed to like her first.  I was just the dorky little sister, with too much energy, who talked too much.  As we got older I became the center of attention as a singer, theater kid.  And she, who once was a child actor, strove to be a good example and to not draw too much attention to herself.  I would never know the troubles shes faced, the anxiety, the high standard she held herself to until I was older.  The complexity of a sister's love is just that, complex.  I love her but it's taken years to lose my want to change her.  It's taken years not only to accept myself but to accept her as she is.  My version of love, of success, of a great live is different from hers and that has to be okay.  I have learned to let go, and to truly enjoy her as she is.  And we don't fight as much anymore.  Kinda funny how that works out, when you just let it be.  

This book was amazing to read and made me remember how lucky I am to have the sacred bond that is between sisters.  I strongly recommend this book and I look forward to more from this author!
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