She sees the good in my heart when it is blanketed by darkness and loves me even when I am not that loveable.
She has my voice, mannerisms and most of all my back.
She shows selflessness when I am being selfish.
She is beauty.
She is grace.
She has faith.
She lives love.
She is the first person I wanted to embrace when I came home with my son.
She is...my sister.
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