When I asked Middle Sister how old she was going to be today, she said "58,000". After what we've all been through with the old man since Mom died twelve years ago, I understood exactly what she meant. It's been rough and it's only getting rougher. There was a time when the three of us didn't have a care in the world. On this warm sunny day, many years ago, we could have never imagined what the future had in store.
There's not much you can do when fate deals you a crappy hand but it is nice to know you always have someone to share it with. Misery loves company and isn't that what sisters are for?