Source Of Strength

I don't have any biological sisters, but that doesn't bother me because I have many sisters in various ways. These are close girlfriends that always share everything with me, including hobbies, passions, joyful and sad times. They are, without a doubt, my sisters. Ferida is her name. She knew what I was saying as if she were a part of me. We could sit for hours together. While she only eats healthy foods, I am ready to eat everything lactose-rich. We almost became one in chasing an idea or indulging in a particular story, despite our differences. When we are harmed, we cry together. We're still giggling loudly, waving our arms, and performing the crazy things siblings do after our fifteen-year-old jogs together. Carol is her name. I met her at the most difficult time of my life, when my husband had recently died and I was diagnosed with cancer. In a common group, we get together. I don't want to go there at all. We're all in pain and on the verge of giving up. But it was her who helped me to get back on my feet, both psychologically and physically. She assisted me in getting back on my feet, something that only sisters can accomplish for one another. Our sisterhood has remained strong until today. We're not going to let each other down again. It's Linda, who has been with me from childhood to adulthood, and we will always remember each other no matter how life changes. We have a special place in our hearts for each other, despite the fact that we rarely see each other. Linda taught me not to be too satisfied with my achievements in life, and to be aware of the things I could have done better. You're always one step ahead of me. Linda has always made me feel like I needed to put in more effort until now. And it was only because of you that I was able to make it. They're two of my sisters. I don't have to hide my shortcomings and can always be myself while I'm with them. I don't have biological sisters, but I do have sisters that love me. And I'm quite proud of it!