Sisters.
Last night I woke up in the middle of the night to my little sister crawling into bed with me. She said she had had a bad dream, and couldn’t fall back to sleep. It reminded me of when we were little, when she slept with me every single night for years because she was afraid of the dark, but it was okay because I was afraid too.
We are now both awake for the morning, drinking our coffee and getting ready for work. Two grown ups going about their day… but every now and then I look at her and see the tiny child she used to be.
Some things never change.
(Source: girlinawhimsicalland)
I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger, then it hit me
