Siblings

Originally titled SISTERS, this post became siblings when I realised that the most natural, the only starting point, was my brother, David.

David is the sibling I grew up with. Shared stuff with, competed against, loved, admired, resented, supported, fought, advised, ignored, leaned on....you get the picture. Normal sibling stuff. Two boys 3 years and a bit apart.

Apart from inventing several languages together, one of which (a polyglot of them all probably) survives until today, one of the things we always agreed on was how cool it would be to have a little sister. Mum always laughed this request right out of town, though in truth she did take in wards at various times during our childhood, a couple of whom were girls.

Years later, decades in fact, after the epic unfolding of various events in our own unique and particular family history, I find myself with three of the most wonderful little sisters imaginable, that are not (strictly speaking) his sisters, and a need to find a way to share them with him, and him with them.

Perhaps this fambultik project will help that process.