Apr 7, 2022
5 min read
The Friends Who Became My Sisters
I didn’t have many until I turned sixty.
Growing up, I had no sisters. I yearned, longed for one to share my dreams, secrets, and feelings. In a household of younger brothers, isolation and books became my siblings and my friends.
Living in an abusive and dysfunctional family, alcoholic violence ravaged my childhood. I retreated further into myself and…
