When my niece was here, I took her to Michael’s. She’s a mini-me, it’s hilarious. We’d stop in front of the same shelf and stare at the same products with the same expression. We are completely in tune, on the same weird wavelength. You can’t transmit this kind of thing by phone or through a screen.
My sister and I would go outside after putting kids to bed and sit on the patio, and have really deep conversations.
Now I’m sitting here alone, crying. I don’t know when I’ll see them again.