#42 blood is thicker than wine

Blood is thicker than wine.
Blood is thicker than everything.

She could be me, you know. It was cromossome randomness that gave her the black hair. Just that. She could be me and we don't even look alike. Maybe our noses are somewhat similar, we both have the same large hips and twisted knees but no-one would say we are made exactly with the same materials.

She was the first child and the only child when I arrived. She was quiet and spoiled. Not really spoiled, maybe used to all the love and attention. Definitely not spoiled. Quiet and used to a peaceful and loving house when I arrived. I imagine it wasn't easy. I must have been a revolution in her life, tom-girl that learn how to fight even before I was born, restless and loud in her pink princesses and books world.

We, obviously, never got along. Apart from the family, the ones that loved her for what she was hated me for being the opposite. I remember the voice of the my first teacher, who was hers' for the previous 4 years - "how is it possible! she doesn't stop, she screams louder than all of the ther kids together, how can she be your sister, you who sang everyday at the end of the class, you who were the best student" and me the destroyer, the one who finished the first grade without knowing the letters, the one who didn't care about sitting because my energy was too big for that. The same blood type, the same mother, the same father, the same fair skin and nothing else in common.

I was 4 years younger and it had to be me to teach her how to kick, how to fight, how to curse and  not in the nicest way, but I could say now that it was for her own good - how does one survive in this world without this knowledge?

So we didn't got along for the first 20 years of my life and to be truth it never really bothered me or her. It was ok. Our parents weren't really happy about it, but it was not a problem as long as we didn't fight and didn't, we mostly ignored each other.

But blood is thicker than wine. It is thicker than everything.

And now you're thinking about the crisis that brought us together, who died, who's heart got broken, because this is usually how the story goes, but not really, not with us, we don't like to be the rule, we, the ones that share this thick blood, we do things differently, and it was love that brought us together. She got married and I don't have clue why or how or who said something, but she decided I should be her witness. We have a younger sister, a sweet always funny adorable younger sister, loved by everybody and she was the obvious choice - she would have been my choice and somehow the big one decided to go with me.

Love, from where I can see, is always a choice. And it's nothing but a choice. Love forever exists if you decide that it exists and that it is going to be forever and if you stick to your plan. It's a decision. "I will love you now and forever" it's not a hope in my heart, is not a desire that my soul is not going to betray my mind, it's a decision that I will forgive you when you're wrong, I will hold you when you're in need, I'll be laughing with you when you're happy, I'll learn how to like the things you love, I'll try everyday to see the world through your eyes So she decided to love me on that day and I decided to love her back and it was as simple as that because love is simple and is just a decision.

And blood is thicker that wine and is thicker than everything and we may not look alike but we were cooked in the same oven and we made the same choice of loving each other and that is all it matters. And because we decided to love each other, I feel my nephews as my own skin, she feels my pains like in her bones and because we want our love to be forever, we pay attention and we care everyday and the dress and the book that arrived my place of work today, just a minute ago, this package that mister postman decided not to bring to the 3rd floor without an elevator because he is just lazy and he doesn´t care, this package that just by luck was not stolen from the building entrance, is nothing but a pure expression of our love and she didn't even answer the phone to hear me thank and she will never read this text but since blood is thicker than wine and thicker than everything she already knows in her heart, from the moment she thought about buying this book and this dress, that I just loved it!