They are 81 and 77. They are beautiful, white-haired sisters who love each other. Spending Christmas with them was inspiring. The older sister, a widow, is recovering from some very devastating financial discoveries, not of her own doing. The younger sister and her husband came to her rescue, like a personal cavalry of sorts. While she couldn't restore her bank account, the younger sister did something even more incredible--she helped her sister laugh again. Watching these two sisters interact was magical. There was an unspoken communication happening between the two of them.They have that rare kind of friendship that only happens every now and again, where two people reconnect and immediately start off right where they ended--not with awkward chit-chat, but with heart-felt exchanges that were sometimes verbal and sometimes not. It happened in a glance or a nod, or a knowing smile. These sisters seemed to know when it was a good time to talk and when it was better to keep still. I was watching love at ts finest.
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