Spending A - Month With My Sister -v.2024.06-

This is the June 2024 reflection of a recurring experience — a month spent each year in my sister’s presence. Previous versions exist in memory; this one is rendered in real time. Abstract (or Preamble)

A month is an odd unit of time for sibling visitation. Too long for a vacation, too short for a cohabitation experiment. But a month, I’ve learned, is exactly long enough for the masks to slip — first the social ones, then the defensive ones, and finally, the ones we didn’t know we were wearing. Spending a Month with My Sister -v.2024.06-

Spending a Month with My Sister (v.2024.06) This is the June 2024 reflection of a

June 2024 unfolded in [City/Region, e.g., “her small apartment by the coast”]. No grand itinerary. No crisis to manage. Just: coffee in the morning, separate work hours, a shared dinner, and the slow unfurling of stories that had waited eleven months to be told. Too long for a vacation, too short for