Ah, the most heart-warming story I've seen all month. Two sisters, given up for adoption, finally meet after years -- and discover they hate each other:
I had expected to feel an instinctive bond, and straight away I was amazed to see we shared many mannerisms.
Both of us talk a lot and share gestures such as wagging a finger to emphasise what we are saying. But as our first meeting wore on, Judi's pointing finger became more tiresome.
'I think it's a mistake for women to work such long hours and put their career before everyone else,' she lectured, insinuating that my childlessness was of my own making.
[. . .]
I can honestly say that no one has ever irriatated me quite as much.
[. . .]
I tried my best to like her, I really did - but as the months went by, our relationship worsened.
Nothing like those sibling bonds!
