Deja watches and smiles. “Sometimes I just can’t get over it,” she says.
“What’s that, Dej?”
“You’re all just so . . . beautiful,” she says. “I have the most beautiful sisters in the world.”
We all share this feeling, but only Deja could give it voice. In anyone else’s mouth, these words would sound syrupy and insincere. Deja manages to convey their real meaning. My sisters are lovely, but she’s not talking about physical beauty. Together, we illuminate each other. When we reflect off each other, whatever light we possess individually is made that much brighter. It is this brightness that Deja finds beautiful. It is the brilliance and power of sisters.
~ from About My Sisters by Debra Ginsberg