I miss her.
Since age 10 we were inseparable. Joined at the hip, they used to call it. We were two peas in a pod. If we weren't at home, our parents knew we were at the other house. Our second home.
We were like sisters.
Spending every summer's day together, and every afternoon hour during school days, we were that.
We even gave ourselves our own last name. Because we were family.
Then we parted. It was like tearing a piece of fabric down the center. College. Marriage. Life took hold of us and sent us in different directions.
Now it's phone calls, cards, birthday and Christmas gifts. Two or so daytime visits every year.
Someday we like to think we'll live next to each other again. Like we did way back when. Someday we'll be neighbors and grow old together. We'll watch our children grow and take off in their own lives. Then we'll sit on the porch together and things will be how they used to be.
Joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod. Inseparable. A second home.