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I Never Got to See
I never got to see my baby sister grow
Into this wise child I do not know.
It is an unfamiliar little hand that
Now rests in mine, an unfamiliar stranger who is sat
By my side, an unfamiliar voice speaking from below.
She fiddles with a striped yellow bow
Tied to her yellow hair, and her words continue to flow;
Filling me in about all the things that
I never got to see.
She smiles up at me, though
And all her perfect little teeth show
Through that widening gap and, at
Last I see my sister, and smile right back,
For her eyes show something that, until now,
I never got to see.

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My parents divorced, I live with my dad and rarely visit my mom (I have visited her twice in ten years). She has had 3 children with another man; one of which being a girl that when I last saw her was a baby. I visited them recently and they were strangers to me, but she was still proud to have me as her older half-sister