a love only sisters understand

Raw, messy, and not recognized enough.

How strange it is that sisters share the same life, yet each of us is shaped so differently. It's as if we hatched in the same nest, but in different shells. Fed together, loved by the same parents, facing the same worries and trials. And yet, it's as if we were never meant for each other - eventually flying out of the nest in different directions, building lives of our own and never returning to the same place again. And if we do, then as different people -- shaped by experiences and healed wounds that were lived through without a sister by our side.
How is it possible that one moment we curse them, and the next we know they're the only ones who remember every embarrassing moment, who've seen us in our worst and most vulnerable states? And still, they can bluntly say, "Get out of here," and we wouldn't take offense. We know that even if they act indifferent, they would die for us, give us a kidney - or at the very least, make us a cup of herbal tea in the evening.
Sisterhood is beautiful, but fragile. One moment we whisper secrets, reveal the darkest corners of our souls, braid each other's hair, and color coloring books on patio. And the next, we don't even want to open our mouths because we sense the mood isn't right, and any confrontation might distance us for who knows how long.
It's funny to pretend to argue, to share inside jokes, and watch our parents worry, thinking we're being mean to each other - but we know. We know those aren't just words, but phrases with a life of their own. And our love - unspoken, never shown (because come on, we won't embarrass ourselves like that) - it will stay with us, even when we no longer live under the same roof. Even when we no longer spend quiet evenings together with a cup of bedtime tea, a bowl of popcorn, and a cheesy romantic movie.
The love between sisters is something you simply can't define. How do you explain to someone who doesn't have a sister that, "I won't even talk to you on the car ride, but tomorrow I'll ask to borrow that piece of clothing I like - and even though you'll complain, you'll still lend it to me every single time."
Having a sister is the biggest blessing one could receive.