I was blessed with quite a bunch of half-siblings. Currently, I am trying to negotiate some sense of closeness with the eldest of them, who has just returned here after spending 35 years in the US. She's nice to me and my children, and always refers to me as 'my little sister'. The sad truth is we have nothing in common, absolutely nothing. The only bond we have is the blood we share. The other day I wrote a post about the loss of a friend, knowing that the people here will understand. I didn't mention that to my sister as I knew she wouldn't understand.