Spending A Month With My Sister V202501 Ya Best -

It was 3:00 AM. We couldn’t sleep. Neither of us knows why. She made popcorn (microwave, extra butter). I grabbed a blanket. We sat on the floor of her living room like we were 12 and 14 again, building a pillow fort out of sheer insomnia.

So if you’re reading this, wondering if you should book that long trip to see your sibling—stop wondering. Pack your bags. Bring snacks. Leave your expectations at the door. spending a month with my sister v202501 ya best

But I still think about that month. The version of us from January 2025. The version that proved we could show up for each other in the messy, mundane, magnificent middle of adult life. It was 3:00 AM

v202501 became our internal project code. Version 2025, January. The reboot of us. The first seven days are a lie. You are both on your best behavior. She made popcorn (microwave, extra butter)

Then she handed me a small folded note. Inside, in her messy handwriting, it said: “v202501. Spending a month with you reminded me that family isn’t about blood. It’s about who stays. Who shows up. Who loads the dishwasher wrong and still loves you anyway. You are, and have always been, ya best.” I ugly-cried. She ugly-cried. The pancakes got cold.