As we reached the peak of the mountain, inhaling the mist air with an oriental scent produced by nature, I couldn't believe what was before me. I had never seen something so aesthetically pleasing. Two hours of hiking to reach the top. Three hours of arguing about insignificant matters; something this moment made me see. The matter of greatest importance was reaching the top of the mountain with my sister.
As I held her hand, she smirked; she knew it was my way of apologizing. I don’t recall what began our argument. I just know this moment was undoubtedly what my sister and I needed to reconnect.
We both gazed into the amethyst skies and spent the rest of the afternoon reminiscing about our childhood memories.
Sisters at the Top
