Raising a Blue Moon

My dear girls,  I always knew I wanted to be a mother. However, the thought of having boys terrified me because I had zero experience dealing with them other than my husband. But I was actually looking forward to the idea of being a boy-mom. When they told us we were having a girl, we were so happy, a girl I could picture, girls I understand; princesses, unicorns and rainbows. After I had Julieta and being so far away from family, I started thinking about a sibling for her, someone to keep her company, someone she could play with and understand what she was going through. When we knew we were having another girl, I was over the moon excited; I could picture you growing up like my sister, and I did, and I couldn't think of anything better than that.  My sister was born when I was three and a half years old. I have blurry memories of her as a baby, but once she could walk, we were inseparable. She was the ying to my yang; we were part of the same and, at the same time, so differ...