I hated getting pictures done. It meant foam curlers, blech. If it wasn't curlers it was a tiny hot curling iron- I don't know which was worse. Mom had the blue eyeshadow and my dad had hair!
My sisters and I are all older and have different names nowadays- all of us mother's in our own rights. I love that we only have to be in each other's company to revert back to these same little girls- yelling, fighting and teasing. We will always be there for each other and that's a great feeling.
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