unfair

While sitting at Starbucks one day, my mind drifts to my sister.  It’s a quiet moment where I feel nothing but this overpowering sensation of empathy for her.  Hushed tears begin to roll down my cheeks.  Over the last 6 months, our mom’s cancer has been extremely difficult on all of us, yet it’s become clear exactly how much more difficult this is for my sister.  Whereas I had a decade to flop around like a fish out of water in regards to my dysfunctional self, my sister has had no such luxury.  Let me explain…