"My sister said I look weird today. I said she looks weird. We both cried. We are fine now."

I sat there trying to remember what started the fight. I could not. It was probably about something stupid. Maybe a top she borrowed, maybe a comment I made about her hair. Whatever it was, it felt huge at the time. And then it ended the way all family fights do. Someone cried. Someone apologized. And then we were fine.

That is the thing about family. You can fight and cry and say things you do not mean, and somehow you still wake up the next day and everything is okay. You cannot do that with everyone. But with family, there is always a way back.

I think about that now when I have disagreements with people I love. I try to remember that most fights are like that diary entry. They feel big in the moment and then they fade. The relationship is what stays.

I am not that girl anymore. But I am glad I wrote it down. It reminds me that family is not about being perfect. It is about being able to cry and still be fine.

Do you read things from the past too? I'd love to hear what you wrote

Olga👄