The Yin and the Yang

    When I was about seven years old I liked a boy that lived around my house. His name was Gio, he liked playing with my sister and I. One day armed with valor I sent my sister, who is three years older than me to ask him if he liked me. Gio replied he liked us both. "Both?" Asked my sister Fiorella terrified of her findings. "Yes!" He replied excited. It was the first time and the last a boy came between us.

My sister and I are best friends and we are a true compliment to one another. I was always shy and she was quite the opposite. I was not much of a good student while she thrived at school. I was sweet, she was funny, and still is. There was no envy between us though. I liked her light and always wished I could one day shine as bright as her. 

Years later destiny brought me to faraway lands and we were separated for the first time. I remember as a kid, if faced by a challenging situation I would always look at her to see her reaction; her actions dictated mine. She was my compass and I followed her through games and everyday life. When alone, in a strange land I had to follow my own beat. Build my own compass and create a north for myself to follow.

Destiny was kind and it grated me a gift; today my sister and I live in the same city and our daughters play together like we once did. The laughter, silliness and friendship continues now close again. We are like the yin and the yang. Energy that bounces back and forth and flows with ease. In his few years of life Gio was wise, because he knew in order to like one you had to like the other one.