Kisti has been my best friend and sister since I was born. I do not think I would have come back to this planet if it wasn't for her. Yet she never treated me like I was her "little Sister" and I her big one. We were friends who knew we knew each other from before.
In this time around, I remember when we were in Michigan. I was visiting one afternoon, and as I came in I could hear the boys chasing eachother around the kitchen, Kisti was keeping an eye on them while reading a book sitting on the counter with her feet up as they raced around. She smiled and said, "Hi. I am going to start dinner after I finish this chapter." The boys stopped to give me hugs and then continued their chase. I thought it was delightful.