The ones who are there through thick and thin. The ones who’ve cried with you, cried because of you. The ones who laughed with you, the ones who laughed at you (when you deserved it), the ones with whom you can laugh about yourself. The ones who are there through school, weddings, break-ups, postings across the planet, babies, illness, healing. The ones with whom you can talk about it all. Even more so since you are now 20 + 20 years old. The ones who are part of your herstory. My girls, I love them.