Sit down and talk about what you both want to get out of this month—whether it’s fewer arguments or just more laughs.

She leaves a handwritten note under my pillow: “I forgot you were the one who saw me cry first. Thank you for these 30 days.” I cry. She pretends not to notice.

: Your younger sister comes to stay with you at your apartment for exactly The Daily Life

Each day, I recorded three things:

That last morning, she made coffee the wrong way again—too much milk, not enough sugar. I didn’t fix it. I just drank it.