It's a big day today! And no, I'm not talking about the Super Bowl. I am talking about my sister Farrah's Birthday.
Farrah and I are three years apart. I am amazed that we both have lived this long to see this day. Because there were times growing up when we tried really hard to kill each other. I will never forget the day we came home from school and our dear mother was rearranging our rooms. We asked her what she was doing and she said she was putting us both in the same room together. That did not go over very well. We explained to her that one, if not both, of us would be dead by morning if we had to share a room together. She said she didn't care. I believe her exact words were, "I don't care. You can either share a room and learn to get along, or you can kill each other. Your choice, but I've had enough of the fighting and it ends. Now." Right there in that moment I thought my mother was crazyouttahermind.
But guess what?!? It worked. We didn't kill each other. And in the process of learning to get along in one room, we became BEST friends. That was one of the smartest things my mother could have done. In those years of sharing a bedroom together, some of the greatest memories were created.
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