Bedizen

Sarah and I were never little girls together. We never played dress-up, we never made believe. We never did each other's hair or whispered or giggled in each other's ears. We never slept over, and we never lent each other clothes.

I didn't meet Sarah until we were both old, but it was like a lifetime of recognition in the span of a few minutes. We wouldn't have looked much like each other when we were young, but with white hair, curved spines, and wrinkled smiles, we can be sisters. Sometimes it seems pointless, living this long. But then I look over at Sarah, and I realize it doesn't matter. At least I'm not alone.