I love this story. "Nineteen years later, we're nineteen years wiser and we couldn't care less who got the bigger half because everything tastes better shared." Yes, this is why I always get a warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest when I share something...UNLESS it's food. Even now, at 24, I resent having to share a single bite of my cake/ice cream/pizza. I'm an only child, though, so I have a legitimate excuse. ; ) But that's sweet that you and your sister are willing to share now.