At My Wedding My Sister Tried To Expose Me Until She Realized I Was Prepared For That Moment

I had been her primary caregiver for those two years. I drove her to appointments, sorted her medications into the little plastic organizers with the days of the week on the lids, and spent more nights than I can count in the recliner beside her bed when she could not sleep and did not want to be alone with the dark. We watched old movies and drank continue reading …