This is my sister. She’s had my back since 1990. The day she was born, my mother hid her under the hospital sheets tricking me into believing she hadn’t had her. But she moved and whimpered under the sheets, letting ME know, she was HERE.
Twenty years later. She still lets me know she’s here. And there. And here.
I’m here too, sister. I do this for you. So know, I’m here.
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