I come from a broken family that many would consider dysfunctional (失衡) at the very least: marriage, divorce, etc. After we grew up. my three siblings and I could go years 1 speaking. And that is where this story 2.
My sister Jeanne and I were born only 14 months 3. but by the time we were teenagers We had lost 4. By age 19, I had moved away from our home in Wisconsin to live on my father's horse farm in Virginia. We lived separate and our connection somehow ended.
Fast-forward about five years, I was 24 and on 5 with my fiance (未婚天) to New York City, a place I had never been to.
During a day of sightseeing, we were crossing a very 6 street loaded with people. I had laughed at something my fiance said, and I 7 heard my name yelled from somewhere around me: "Cheryl! "I 8 in my steps in the middle of the roaD. Tears 9 in my eyes. I knew without a 10that it was my sister Jeanne. I yelled back before even turning to look. "Jeanne? It was her.
I later asked how she'd known it was me—she 11 saw me! She said it was my 12. I wouldn't say my laugh is all that 13 , but I guess to a family member it's infectious. It 14 your heart and resonates (共鸣) in your mind.
Since that time, my sister and I have never been 15We both moved back to Wisconsin. We 16 daily. Many years have passed, and we are now in our 50s. But our meeting 17wasn't just a sign. I see it as more of a 18 , a reminder not to lose touch with loved ones. It is too easy to remain 19. After our sister-to-sister 20 , I don't plan to let that happen again.
