you can't choose a sister, your just lucky to have her

I woke up feeling hollow - like a piece of me had been left somewhere by mistake. It wasn't pleasant, and I felt the need to find the missing piece. I'm sure it's around here somewhere and I'm confident I will stumble across it eventually - it's just a question of when and where, I suppose. Emma is telling me she has found a constellation - it's in my room and her and Sophie and floating around in it. I'm not sure she really gets what a constellation is, but the idea of them floating around in one makes me smile big. Sophie has taken to the game of preparing and serving "food" to Emma and I. What imaginations these two humans have - such wonder in all that they do, such intensity. I can honestly sit here and just watch them - bask in all that they are and appreciate the time I have chosen to raise them. Now Emma is trying to convince Sophie into hiding under my thick and hot duvet and pretend it's bed time - I don't think Em understands how much Sophie dreads this point in the day. She's off to fetch Sophie's comforts (kitty and her blanket) for her though, so I suppose Sophie is obliging to Emma's demands. What an amazing thing a sister is - a life-long, built-in, forever-and-a-day best friend. Speaking of sisters - mine is on her way to give me a hand with Mondays demands. Again, what an amazing thing a sister is!