January 7, 2010
She was four.
Innocent and helpless.
Unique in all different ways.
Two different colored eyes,
hair that doesn't grow,
a speech impediment where only I can understand.
My sister.
She was four when we moved in.
Loved having me as her new "big sis."
Looks up to me, copies everything I do.
We will always be sisters for life!

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