Tia Mowry shared a simple reason why she and her twin sister Tamera aren’t as close as they used to be, saying, “No hard feelings.”

Tia Mowry explained that when siblings grow up and start their own families, it’s normal for them to take on new roles and responsibilities in life. She mentioned this in an interview with People on Monday, after talking about their relationship earlier this month.

The “Sister, Sister” star recognized that Tamera has her own family, so it’s “normal” and “very natural” for them to focus on their own lives and families.

Tia Mowry has a very “normal” reason for why she’s not as “close” with her twin sister, Tamera.
Tia previously said she wished she was “still close” with Tamera.

Tia Mowry said, “There’s a lot of love between us. We have a strong bond that will never go away.” She added that she and her sister have always been inspirational women, and that won’t change.

Tia, 46, emphasized that this situation is just a part of life. She explained, “People are starting their own families, and that’s okay.” She also mentioned, “There are no hard feelings.”

The “Sister, Sister” star reassured fans that there is “no hard feelings.”
Tia explained that it’s “normal” for both of them to have families and focus on that part of their lives.

The star of “Tia Mowry: My Next Act” made news two weeks ago when she shared that she was having a hard time with “being alone” and not feeling “close” to Tamera during her divorce from Hardrict.

In a preview for her upcoming reality TV show, she said, “There are times when I wish my sister and I were still close and I could call her, but that’s just not where we are right now.”

After fans reacted strongly to her comments, the actress explained what she meant in an interview with Us Weekly.

The “Hot Chick” actress previously sent fans spiraling after she hinted at problems in her relationship with Tamera.
Tia spoke about their relationship in a preview for her new show, “Tia Mowry: My Next Act,” as seen here.

Tia explained, “What I meant was that as we grow up, we start our own families, and their children need us. We take on new roles and responsibilities in our lives, and that’s what I was talking about.”

Tia, who is dealing with her divorce from Cory Hardrict, said she was finding it hard to handle this “transition” and wished her sister could be there to support her.

She added, “Sometimes you just want a hug and wish someone was as available as they used to be, but that’s not how life is.”

amera has yet to respond to her sister’s comments.
The twins rose to fame on their sitcom, “Sister, Sister,” as seen here in 1993.

Tia said that no matter what people are saying, she and Tamera have a “beautiful connection” and love each other “very much.”

Tamera, who has kids Aden, 11, and Ariah, 9, with her husband Adam Housley, has not yet commented on her sister’s remarks.

The twin sisters became famous on the show “Sister, Sister,” which aired from 1994 to 1999. They also worked on several Disney shows and movies before moving into reality TV with “Tia & Tamera.”

My Stepmom Gifted Me a Funerary Urn for My 17th Birthday

I always knew my stepmom, Monica, wasn’t exactly the nicest person—annoying, yes, but not evil. She was the type who would talk over me, forget my birthday, and call me “kiddo” even though I was practically an adult.

But what she did on my 17th birthday? It was the final straw.

It all started after my mom, Sarah, passed away when I was ten. After that, it was just me and Dad. We were a team—movie nights, pizza dinners, and a mutual understanding that we had each other’s backs, always.

Then Monica came along about three years ago. She wasn’t the worst, just kind of… there. She moved in, slowly took over the bathroom with her endless beauty products, and managed to inch her way into Dad’s life, whether I liked it or not.

Monica had dreams—big dreams—of opening a hair salon. I didn’t have a problem with people having dreams, but I had my own, too, and she treated me like I was an inconvenience that came with the house.

But I had a plan. College was my way out, and Dad had promised me from the time I was little that there was a college fund waiting for me. “Your mom and I set it up when you were five, Lila,” he’d say. “It’s all there, and I add to it every year.”

So, I worked hard in school, counting down the days until I could leave for college and start a life of my own.

On the morning of my 17th birthday, I wasn’t expecting much. Maybe some pancakes, a card—Dad was at work, so it was just Monica and me. But when Monica handed me a gift bag, things took a weird turn.

Inside the bag was a pink funerary urn. Yes, you read that right. An urn.

I stared at it, completely confused. “What the hell is this?” I asked.

Monica leaned against the kitchen counter, a smug look on her face. “It’s symbolic,” she said as if that explained anything.

“Symbolic of what?” I asked, already feeling a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Monica smiled wider. “It’s time to bury your college dreams, kiddo. Your dad and I decided to put that fund to better use.”

“Better use?” I repeated, my heart racing.

“Yep. We used it to help me open my salon. College is a gamble, Lila. But a business? That’s a real investment.”

I was frozen. Had they really taken my future, my college fund, and sunk it into Monica’s dream? How could my dad have let this happen?

“Life’s full of disappointments,” she added, as if that was supposed to be comforting.

I ran upstairs and slammed my door, sobbing harder than I ever had. Everything I’d worked for, everything my mom had wanted for me, was gone.

For the next few days, I barely spoke to either of them. Monica pranced around like she owned the house while I sat with the urn on my desk, a twisted reminder of what I had lost.

Then, a few days later, something strange happened.

When I got home from school, there was a note on my desk in Monica’s messy handwriting: Meet me at the salon at 6 P.M. tonight. No questions. Just trust me.

I almost laughed. Trust her? After what she did?

But my curiosity got the better of me, and against my better judgment, I went.

When I arrived at the salon, the lights were off, but the door was unlocked. Hesitant, I stepped inside. There, in the middle of the room, were Monica and my dad, both grinning.

“Surprise!” Monica shouted.

I was speechless.

“Look,” Monica said, stepping aside to reveal a shiny new sign on the wall: Dream Cuts: A Scholarship Fund in Honor of Sarah.

“What is this?” I asked, completely lost.

Monica’s smile softened. “We didn’t use your college fund, Lila. It’s all still there. The salon isn’t just for me—it’s for you, too. And for others like you. A portion of the profits will go toward funding scholarships in your mom’s name.”

I blinked, feeling like the ground was shifting beneath my feet.

“But… why make me think otherwise?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it.

Monica winced. “Yeah, the urn thing… That was not my best idea. I thought it would be motivational, like burying the past and embracing the future. Turns out, it was just creepy.”

Dad stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. “We’ve been planning this for months. Your mom always wanted to help kids get to college. This way, her dream lives on.”

I stood there, stunned, my anger melting into something softer.

Monica looked at me earnestly. “I’m not trying to replace your mom, Lila. I just want to build something meaningful, something that helps you and others. I know I haven’t been the best stepmom, but I hope this can be a fresh start.”

For the first time in a long time, I smiled.

It wasn’t perfect, and maybe things with Monica never would be. But in that moment, standing in a salon named for my mom, I realized she wasn’t trying to destroy my future—she was trying to honor it in a way I hadn’t expected.

And yeah, I kept the urn. I planted peace lilies in it. Maybe it wasn’t the symbol Monica had intended, but it had become something new. A symbol of hope.

What would you have done in my shoes?

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