When my sister and I were in middle school and high school, after everyone in my house was headed to bed I would go into Krista's room and we would talk. We would talk and talk late into the night. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I even wrote a poem about it in middle school (I wish I hadn't lost it). Some of my favorite memories with my sister come from those late night talks. I know that my mom knew about them but I don't remember her sending us to bed. I think she knew we needed it. Sometimes I kind of wish I could still sneak down the hall and sit on her bed while we talked about the things going on in our lives.
Aw! Priceless memory.
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