“Blood sisters?” my cousin asked when I suggested we prick our fingers with a sewing needle. Our Blood “You wanna?” I asked. “I don’t know.” Her green eyes were like mine but full of uncertainty. “Will it hurt?” “Nah. We’re first cousins. We can be blood sisters, too.” I pressured her to allow me to prick the tip of her finger with the needle.  “You go first.” She pulled her finger back and waited for me to do it first. … Continue reading →