My Dear Unfurlers,
Siblings. They’re the people you’ve known all your life, yet they can still surprise you—sometimes in the worst ways, sometimes in the best.
There are moments I truly, deeply hate my sibling. When they steal my things without asking, when they act like they know everything, or when they press every single one of my buttons just because they can. It's like they’ve memorized a manual titled "How to Drive Me Crazy—Daily Edition."
But then—there are the other moments.
When no one else gets my jokes, but they do. When I’m hurt and they wordlessly offer their shoulder. When we share a look and instantly know what the other is thinking. In those moments, I don’t just love them—I need them.
That’s the thing about siblings. They’re not just family by blood. They’re the first friends, the toughest rivals, and the most unexpected sources of comfort.
We fight, we scream, we threaten to never speak again—but we do. Always.
Because hate and love aren’t opposites in siblinghood. They coexist. And somehow, that’s what makes it all real.
Unfolding dreams, one word at a time.
— Caspian Wren
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