It is good to have Sabrina home. Jessamin comes over to hang out and all of a sudden it is like when we were all in high school again. The three of us used to hang out together all the time. I was more of a tom boy back then, a chubby, awkward looking girl. In winters I was inseparable with my large jacket. It hid my body nicely. In summers I wore a huge sweat shirt. Again, the extra fabrics draped over me like a layer of protection. I never worn a tank top. Sabrina and Jessamin wore tube tops and talked about boys who went after them. I must’ve been jealous, but what I remember more clearly is the invisible wall that separated us. They entering into womanhood, and I, still on the other side, stumbling and searching for the entrance. 

Regardless of our differences, we shared a strong bond and endless laughters and giggles over bubble tea, sleep overs at jess’ house, late nights in stanley park, walks in parker place and the old aberdeen… then we each entered our first serious relationship, then second and third… and we spent less time together as a girlie trio. 

This Christmas marks the very first time in ten years that the three of us are single at the same time. We spent the christmas morning together. I picked up the guitar again and was sitting in my room singing Jack Johnson’s Better Together, Nina and Jess were sitting on my bed chatting about their impressive and not so impressive dates. Outside, the world was covered in snow, all the rough edges smoothed over by the white flakes. It was a really, really good morning.