They are more than sisters, they are friends. Not inseparable, not exclusive, but they enjoy each other, trust each other more than anyone else, and love each other deeply. They go “into town” together, code for hitting the shops, going to a cafe, meeting some friends. Or in summer, they go to the lake with their books, bikinis, a pick-nick, and their phones of course. When they come home for a couple of days or a week, they cook together, wear each other’s clothes, stay up late to watch a movie together, and share a room, though there are enough for everyone to have their own. All the while they are catching each other up on their lives in their respective cities, the college roommates in their apartments, the intrigues in class, their fears and frustrations about their own performance, their romances. There is lots of laughter and silliness when they are together.They have the same humor and get each other. They celebrate each other in grand style on birthdays, their successes, or special occasions, are in constant communication, and yet visit each other whenever possible. Unconsciously, throughout their lives, they have been stitching ever more strands of connection with each other, and these have, over time, turned into strong chords of love and trust and goodness. These chords are all the more secure, because they know that they are much more than best friends. They are sisters.