sister, sister

My sister and I have never been close, like usual siblings. No, we really aren't the usual deal to be truthful. Her name is Niki. She seems to want more time with me, but you know, her business is booming, and she needs too collect her 1,000 dollars every three days. I understand, she has a wife who has to have her necessities. Clearly thanksgiving was yesterday, and my sister joined my father and I for his home-invented peppermint waffles. She stayed for a couple hours, and yet our conversation was very sparse. I felt that she wanted to talk to me, but she didn't know what to say. Maybe she didn't want to say anything. I am just saying, I wish I could of. But if her wife left the room, she held her phone in front of her face, and waited for the beloved to return. They had un-discussed giggles and comments together, and I found it super agitating, so I turned my back to them, frowned and did the dishes. I don't really know her, but her obvious details. Although, everyone knows her obvious details. I am basically everyone else to her. Nothing special usually. Which not to make this about me, but I am beyond used to that attention. "I love you, bye."