My sister, will never give life to another. Never give life to a soul that'd be a part of her but not truly her own. Never attempt to break away from bonds, from the young ones that cling to her like rain on stone. Until the last bell shouts to signify going home. I won't, ever relish in laughter of chesnut locks and curls that aren't my own. My brother in-law, will never say oh that's mine, when asked, "which one is yours?" Nor call someone, my boy or say, that's my girl.