My sister Sherry called me one day last summer. After 10 years of silence between us, she was coming to visit.
We weren't buddies growing up. I was five years younger, pampered as much as she was prodded. In the competition for attention in our home, I was the handsdown winner. By the time we were adults, a supertanker could have fit in the gulf dividing us.
I let her drift further from me in my 20s. I moved 1,000 miles away, started a family, career. She started her family within range of the examining eyes of our parents. They saw everything she did wrong while they read in my letters only what I did right.
