No, it's no spoof of the Sister's Act.

It's, quite literally, the relationship between my sisters and me.

There were times I wondered how it was like to be a single child, and thinking of it as something better than my current situation.

Now I hardly think of that anymore.

Reason being?

Right now my little sister is 'whining' and screaming, whining as the class realised that she was ticklish and she was ticklish because my twin sister and I are guilty of tickling her every night as a form of sisterly entertainment.

I told her that she must be pitied to have twin sisters as her elder sisters. She agreed.

Screaming, as my twin sister started poking her at the rib cage, and she broke immediately into laughter and leapt aside.

I had my fair share of sister love. When Lil Sis crawled under the bed, my twin proceeded to whack me on the head with my bolster! Before that we were wrestling Lil Sis off the bed.

Before that, we three ate a tub of ice cream together.

That should explain the sudden 'high' we three felt.

Anyway, after that we three started chattering most enthusiastically about ticklish spots, but I left that conversation halfway to type here.

I believe that I'm very, very, and absolutely fortunate to have such a friendly and fun relationship with my sisters. I know that, as media would exaggerate and make plot with, many families with sisters in it protray sisters as enemies, opposites, total strangers from one another or something along this vein.

I don't think that's always the case. Not with my sisters. I admit that yes, we had spats and hissy fits before when we were younger, but maturity does something to you.

So, when my sisters come back, I hafta prank them somehow. Some ice cream hype was left behind due to this typing, and my little sister is starting to titter over the phone and homework while Twin went to her studies for the exam.

Tickle attack? Maybe.