I came home from a shit day to find my littlest sister had put my clean tshirts in my room for me, folded the way I like them (yes, I am that fussy) and when my dad left to go round to margaret’s she came downstairs, dumped her pad and pens in the living room, went to the kitchen and came back with wine for me (and something weirdly purple for herself) and then sat down beside me and said “right, let’s draw up your next tattoo”.
Little sisters are awesome, even if they’re guilty of waking you at 3am because they forgot their key.
:)
