The joys of family. I've come to the realization that I really don't like my sister. That is to say, she's not the kind of person I would pick as a friend. She's a "priss", I'm more a tomboy. I think she's totally spoiled and lazy. But I still love her, and there are things we share that are so deep that nothing will ever change them. Who else will remember the time she spilled ink all over my bedspread and tried to clean it up with Clorox? Who else will be around to reminisce about trips to Grandma's house? Siblings prove that given the same parents and the same relative background, people can still have incredibly different personalities.
Family = roots. Family reminds you of where you come from, for better or for worse.