They can be cruel to each other. They can be loving to each other. In minutes. But always creative. Always constructing something out of whatever is around. Together.
I can imagine the grown up sisters they will be. The unity. The support. The conversations. The calls. The texts. The boys who will be, who already are discussed.
I am blessed to be around such people. My hands are so lightly parenting them for fear of messing up what God has made already so rich.