Privately it startles me when anyone remembers some part of my life that held deep significance to me, but to which I only flippantly alluded, in order to hide the way it affected me. I do this because I don’t want them to worry about me. To learn I fooled them not at all, somehow, makes the fact that they respected my need to lock it away, all the more moving.
When someone knows you this well, you honor and respect them beyond just words. It is a physical thing, this weight of love I feel. My heart will never let go of my sister. Her silent ways humble me.