Spending A Month With My | Sister -v.2024.06-

[Your Name]

On the last night, she said: “Same time next June?” I said: “Same time.”

This is the June 2024 reflection of a recurring experience — a month spent each year in my sister’s presence. Previous versions exist in memory; this one is rendered in real time. Abstract (or Preamble) Spending a Month with My Sister -v.2024.06-

The author admits to being biased in favor of her sister.

No hug. No speech. Just a calendar reminder, already set. [Your Name] On the last night, she said:

Spending a Month with My Sister (v.2024.06)

A month is an odd unit of time for sibling visitation. Too long for a vacation, too short for a cohabitation experiment. But a month, I’ve learned, is exactly long enough for the masks to slip — first the social ones, then the defensive ones, and finally, the ones we didn’t know we were wearing. No hug

June 2024