Moment of Truth

Even though it happened six months ago, I still think about it and felt like sharing.
My sister, Faith, and I have never really had a "great" relationship. Once she hit junior high we went our separate ways. Even now our relationship wouldn't fall under any usual category of sibling relations. We have a lot in common--more than either of us realize at times, I believe--but we are still almost polar opposites. Anyways... Most of the time my sister (unintentionally) rubs me the wrong way once we are together for more than a day or two, so I naturally at times do not look forward to visiting with her.
Last Thanksgiving when I was at the University of Michigan, I flew to DC to spend the holiday with her since it was MUCH cheaper and faster than going home to see the parental units. I was sick the entire week prior to my visit (and still was extremely ill when I went) and I stepped off the plane not really glad to have to spend three days in a strange city with my semi-annoying sister. Then I saw her in the crowd gathered at the security exit with her pea coat and little scarfy and I felt this completely random smile form on my face and, for the first time ever, I was relieved to see my sister.
So despite my mixed feelings toward her, I really do love her.
This revelation to most seems elementary: you have a sibling, you love them. For me, this was something I long awaited.