Sisters

Click. The beginning of a journey was forever framed in history when mom took that picture. Me, standing next to the open driver’s side door of my blue Subaru forester, and Nadia, standing next to the passenger’s door. That day, it was simply the last bit of summer vacation, the seven minute ride to the beginning of a new school year. It would become a series of rides to and from school, physical therapy, dance class, language lessons and more. The laughter, stories, complaints, fights (yes, there would be a few), gossiping and even the silence we would share day after day would change us, and our relationship forever.1

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Click. The beginning of a journey was forever framed in history when mom took that picture. Me, standing next to the open driver’s side door of my blue Subaru forester, and Nadia, standing next to the passenger’s door. That day, it was simply the last bit of summer vacation, the seven minute ride to the beginning of a new school year. It would become a series of rides to and from school, physical therapy, dance class, language lessons and more. The laughter, stories, complaints, fights (yes, there would be a few), gossiping and even the silence we would share day after day would change us, and our relationship forever.4

The freedom of a license and car came a few months before that day, so the radio presets were, of course, already done. Since it was my car, I had number 1, set to 97.1, my favorite. Nadia had number 2, like my friends would, she choose 102.7. Her music tastes are more like my friends then mine, though mine would soon change. I was all too excited to have the privledge of driver's music choice, but never took advantage of it. My lack of attention to music eliminated any needed for Nadia to miss her own music. Day after day, we got where we were going before I even noticed a music change. Eventually I got tired of saying, "What?! You changed the music? Argh, I didn't even notice," and she got tired of laughing in response. Months later, 97.1 is rarely heard from the speakers in my car, even if I'm riding solo. 5

With the third /Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants/, we turned down the music and put conversations on hold. Nadia read and recapped-she was always able to remember books better than me-and I drove. We devoured the book, looking for excuses to drive and sitting in the car after arriving at our destination. 6

...more to come.7