Pinky Promise
There are roughly a zillion of secrets I have told my sister over the years.
What started as high school drama and college mischief has transitioned to workplace dilemmas and relationship woes.
No matter how old we get or how many friends we make, I still crave the comfort of her listening ear.
Unfiltered. No bullshit allowed.
Just secrets and promises.
And most of the time, after a classified meeting that invited ALL of the feelings, we just need to make sure that the information shared today stays right here.
Trapped inside of our little pinky fingers.
Soft Pastel, 8”x 8”, framed and ready to hang.
There are roughly a zillion of secrets I have told my sister over the years.
What started as high school drama and college mischief has transitioned to workplace dilemmas and relationship woes.
No matter how old we get or how many friends we make, I still crave the comfort of her listening ear.
Unfiltered. No bullshit allowed.
Just secrets and promises.
And most of the time, after a classified meeting that invited ALL of the feelings, we just need to make sure that the information shared today stays right here.
Trapped inside of our little pinky fingers.
Soft Pastel, 8”x 8”, framed and ready to hang.
There are roughly a zillion of secrets I have told my sister over the years.
What started as high school drama and college mischief has transitioned to workplace dilemmas and relationship woes.
No matter how old we get or how many friends we make, I still crave the comfort of her listening ear.
Unfiltered. No bullshit allowed.
Just secrets and promises.
And most of the time, after a classified meeting that invited ALL of the feelings, we just need to make sure that the information shared today stays right here.
Trapped inside of our little pinky fingers.
Soft Pastel, 8”x 8”, framed and ready to hang.