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When I call you my little sister, it means I’ve loved you since the moment you jaywalked into my life chattering louder and longer than all of the rest. It means you’ve always had at least two voices during any battle against mom and an occasionally great Uber driver if you requested me before 8pm. We may have came from the same DNA but it’s clear I was our parents’ first-draft; while you are the final, printed version              bursting from the pages wide-eyed and enthusiastic. You my dear sister have never walked in my shadow…. you wear glowing shoes that I even borrow sometimes and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
My Parents’ Final Draft
When I call you my little sister, it means I’ve loved you since the moment you jaywalked into my life chattering louder and longer than all of the rest. It means you’ve always had at least two voices during any battle against mom and an occasionally great Uber driver if you requested me before 8pm. We may have came from the same DNA but it’s clear I was our parents’ first-draft; while you are the final, printed version              bursting from the pages wide-eyed and enthusiastic. You my dear sister have never walked in my shadow…. you wear glowing shoes that I even borrow sometimes and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Kmary
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
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