It's been 20 years since the finding of the Pants. 20 years ago, on this very day, 4 girls (Lena, Carmen, Bridget, and Tibby) found a pair of magical pants that magically fit all of them. A few weeks before, Carmen had bought them in a thrift store. She didn't bother to try them on.
A few weeks later, on the day of the separation, the Pants finally made their landing. Lena was going to Greece, Bridget was going to Baja California, Carmen was going to South Carolina, and Tibby was stuck at home. Tibby wanted the Pants. She tried them. Lena tried them. Bridget tried them. Carmen tried them. And you know what?
The Pants fit them all perfectly.
That summer they decided to share the Pants equally. There was a set of rules, too. It was the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Lena fell in love in Greece with Kostos, Bridget ruined herself over Eric, Carmen found the true meaning of a family, and Tibby met a worthwhile friend who died of leukemia. That girl was Bailey Graffman.
The next summer, Tibby was off to film classes, Bridget was off to Alabama to find herself, and Lena and Carmen were home. The Pants came back. Tibby made a movie about a worthwhile person who made a big impact on her life, Bailey. Bridget went to Alabama, met her grandmother, met an old friend, and changed in more than one way. Lena fell in love again with Kostos, and Carmen fought with her mother about David.
The 3rd summer of the Sisterhood, Lena decides what dream to follow, Bridget goes back to soccer camp as a counselor, Carmen takes care of Lena's grandmother while worrying about having a new sibling, and Tibby falls in love.
20 years later, the 4 girls were still the best of friends. They all had daughters, surprisingly born in September. In Bridget's case, though, she had a baby boy too. Twins.
Lena had shy and beautiful Leah. Bridget had wild, unstoppable Brooklyn and quiet Bryan. Tibby had Tiffany, the rebel. Carmen had Cassie, the writer. Otherwise known as me.
Leah, Brooklyn, Bryan, Tiffany, and I grew close. We were like 5 peas in a pod. We were the new Septembers. Our mothers were still friends, but their name of Septembers had been passed on to us.
When we were 7, Tiffany moved away from California to Texas because her dad was switching jobs. That was only for 6 months, but it was torture for all of us.
When we were 9, my dad moved away.
When we were 11, Brooklyn's dad died. It was really hard on her.
When we were all 15, my mother found the Pants again. She gave them to me at the end of the year. She picked the best time to hand them off.
Because that was the time we needed them the most.