Faith and Hope were two sisters who lived down the street from me growing up. They weren’t twins, but you could tell they were from the same family. They were both quite beautiful, each in her own way, and had personalities that could sweep you in. Sometimes, all it took was a certain look and you were a fan.

One summer when we were all little, Faith and Hope decided to open a lemonade stand. The neighbors would come, and soon word traveled how wonderful and refreshing their lemonade was. Whenever I passed by, there wasn’t usually a huge crowd, but it seemed to be growing and those who did come around seemed to be having a very good time while enjoying their delicious homemade lemonade.