I’d like to close with this poem: Missing My Sister And Best Friend Even if I didn’t need anything, I could rely on her for a movie No matter the situation, I could call on herįor advice. She was not my protector in a motherly way anymore, or just a My sister knew that, and was able to let me go and take on a different role As I grew older though, I didn’t always need that protection. When a well-known player was working on being myīoyfriend, she was the first one to let me know, as she always tried to protect When I was six and got scared at night time, I always knew that I couldĬuddle up in her bed. She used to do my hair and my nails for me To make sure I was up in time for school. Every morning she would drag me out of bed My sister was more than just a sister, she was my best friend.
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