This is a true story that happened around this time last year. Because sisters need you sometimes... Even if they are a raging most days of the year...
Cookie Dough
Sister: *burst into tears after fighting with her boyfriend over the phone*
Me: *sprints up the stairs as fast as I can* Are you alright?
Sister: *sobbing* No!
Me: *trying to think of what to do*
*finally remembers how much she loves cookie dough*
*spends 20 minutes searching for a good edible cookie dough recipe* (no eggs in dough)
*puts some in a bowl with a spoon and runs back upstairs to a still sobbing sister*
Hey...
Sister: What do you want?
Me: I brought you something...
*moving over to sit on her bed with her, holding the bowl out*
Sister: What is it?
Me: Edible cookie dough~
*flour covering my shirt*
Sister; *laughs a little, sniffling*
Thank you~
Me: Of course... I can't just let you cry up here...
Both: *eats cookie dough and binges Nailed It on Netflix, laughing at the morons on the show*
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