DNA

I have a sister.
Of another mother. And another father.
So really I got a sister. And not a mail-order one. I got her last year for my birthday through a random assortment of different connections that ended up bonding us like twisted DNA. It's a little different than the bond I share with my brother, biological in all senses as seen in our bright blue eyes.
But bonded, connected, twisted still we are...as sisters should be.

It's funny I say connections because my sister like to connect my freckles with a sharpie. Actually it's not funny, it's a bit cruel, but there you are. All the more confirmation that she's my sister and God has a weird sense of humor.

I didn't know my birthday of 2008 would be so generous. Neither did my sis know that soon after her birthday of 2008 she would get a unique present. This "get" is more like "have" as it's fully biological- actually in her DNA.
My sister was diagnosed with Lupus, an autoimmune disease that will be with her always. We call it Louie. So I'm Louie's sister by association.

I like telling stories though Sis is much better at it than I am. But she can't tell my story. She can't tell the story of someone living with someone living with Lupus. So I thought I'd jump in. Perhaps other sisters or brothers or moms or dads can relate...at least by association.