The Bond - Not my sistah, but my Frister...

(Top: Me and Bottom: Mo... laying on the floor taking pics with matching outfits... this was regular for us)

            

Although all the women I am connected to feel like family, my sistah Mo is the one who actually joined the family. We went to university together and became great friends. It wasn’t until we started living across the street from each other that we became inseparable. We’d constantly be at one another’s house, and times when we needed each other we would call and without even saying a word we would know, and be on the way over with tea.

            

When Mo bought a house with her future husband, I moved again, just up the street from them. Mo was my church partner, because we lived so close to each other, and our church was further away. We would always encourage each other, even on the days when we didn’t want to make the long trip, it was easier to drive, have a long chat, and then go for lunch together after service. We prayed together often, and she has always been a great person to depend on for spiritual encouragement and guidance.

            

We also had fun together. She’s the person who made me have so much fun. We had “our restaurant” where we would always go out to eat, and her husband would joke that I was “wife number 2 aka the no-funny-business-wife” because I accompanied them on so many of their dates and was regularly part of the plan.  I was a single woman at the time and he would lecture Mo not to leave me alone, or make sure that if we went to a club he would pick us both up because neither of them wanted me waiting for a cab alone.

           

(Left: Me and Right: Mo, lip-synching at her Bachelorette party) 

Mo and I partied plenty. She taught me to let my hair down and just have fun without worrying about how anyone looked at us. She was famous for this hand move / facial expression combination she would do in the face of any man who tried to interrupt our sistah circle. We weren’t out looking for dates, we just wanted to have fun together.

            

One day, after Mo and I were out for lunch, we stopped in to my parent’s house. My parents always thought the world of her because of how she was always there for me. We had a moment that made Mo really miss her family at home and she said something about it. My mom immediately told her she was part of our family and she never wanted to hear differently. For this reason we call each other “Frister” instead of sistah... it is the combination of “Friend + Sister”. Mo has been part of the family ever since. She has also welcomed me into her family as well. I love her parents and it was her mother who almost forced me to admit I had fallen in love with my hubby when I brought him to her house as a friend. She laughed at me and said “You can lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me!” and she was right.

(Left: Mo and Right: Me)

            

My bond with Mo is unique because we are there for each other in ways too embarrassing to even talk about except with each other. We have seen each other at our very best and at our very worst. We have agreed to an honesty that allows us to fight, and I mean we have seriously fought over things, but we love each other enough to always come back together. I can’t imagine anything that would make us cease to be “Fristers”. We know that sistahood means unconditional love and we will always give that.