We Go Together

          My sisters and I hug, fight, scratch, call each other names, and gang up on one another quite a lot. But through the good and the bad, we still love each other. Our sisterly bond is so tight; no one dares try to cut through. It is the way we work like peanut butter, jelly and bread. When outside people try to wiggle their way into our bond, we crack them in half so they won’t try it again. We are perfect together like the Three Musketeers. Though when we are not together, our balance breaks, and we become unstable.