I was always the odd duck among the three of us girls, creative and ambitious and driven to achieve and also sort of a spazz. We three are/were uniquely different, but if I was more similar to anybody, it was my older sister, who died last year. She was a nurturer and a very gentle person (and a lot calmer than I am). My younger sister is reserved and shy and fairly self-involved. She's also not very happy in her life or her circumstances, so she's a bit of a downer. She isn't someone who's easy to be friends with, and that makes me sad. I loved and adored my older sister, and I wish I had that same sort of closeness with my younger one.