They laugh at something only they understand.
The bond between siblings. Like a touch of a hand.
Fighting and bickering. They scream, ‘ We will never talk again!’
Tears fly. Shouts and more cries. Time goes by.
Then like a shift in the atmosphere, the laughing resumes.
With laughing tears. Something as little as a funny sound.
Leaves them in laughing puddles on the ground.
It never quite changes as they grow.
Even when life looks nothing like it did before
They have a bond that grows some more.