I have two sisters. One is very rich. One loves and one demands to be loved.

My oldest sister never had much, never asked for much, and learned to be content with what she had. She lived on welfare between her long spans of joblessness. She never complained, though.

My younger sister, had everything. She married into a wealthy family and lived in her L.A. condo or in her upper Manhattan flat. She was always too busy to call or write between her shopping sprees. However, she complained endlessly. She never had enough to pacify her wants and needs.

We had a family reunion.

My youngest sister was so terribly bored but came knowing that if she didn’t, daddy might take her out of the will, which wasn’t much, but money in any amount was worth the hassle to her.

My older sister laughed and played with her children and enjoyed the day.

One sister is very rich and the other is not and never will be.