I have six sisters, and despite the fairly large gap in ages between us, I have a good, loving relationship with five of them. The sixth? It pains me to admit that she's more or less a stranger to me. It's been that way for as long as I can remember, and I can't pinpoint exactly why we've never really been able to forge a strong bond. I do love her – she's my sister. But I don't really know her, and anything that goes on in her life comes filtered down as second-hand information from other members of the family who are better at maintaining communication with her.
Unlike many sibling estrangements, there was never any huge event that caused a rift between us, or a significant fight that created tension. Nor was there any resentment from our shared childhoods, which is another common cause of siblings being torn apart later in life.
If I had to put it down to one thing, the reason I have never been able to get close to this one younger sister is the fact that we are so different. I'm an empathetic person, but I just don't understand her, or why she does the things she does. I've always described her as not really living in 'the real world', and I guess in that respect, it's as though she's not even really my sister. Certainly not like my other close sisters are. And it doesn't help any chance of bonding when she physically doesn't show up to family events, either.
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