"They want to be together, Ally," Monica had said. Then she leaned closer to her sister and said quietly, "You know, like boyfriend and girlfriend."
Ally's face twisted and compressed like a prune. At first I thought she was going to say it was weird or gross or something. But then she started grinning. At me. Next she threw her arms around me, laughing right in my ear as she whispered, "I always thought of you as my mom anyway, the way you took care of me!"
I couldn't help but grin and hug her back. She was so adorable. And accepting. From that moment on, I knew that I would always have both of my sisters' unconditional love, no matter what happened. They were happy that I seemed happy and that was enough.
I spent a lot of time with my sisters that week and I purposely avoided going to
