I have a sister. She is my everything. I love her more than just about anyone on this entire planet. Truth is, though, she's not my blood. We met in the 1st grade at Emerson Elementary school, Utah. It was raining, and I was being a little lummox on one the monstrous hills that keeled over our playground. Naturally, I fell. Knowing no one in this new town, I stayed put on the stony ground and cried. Suddenly, a bony hand tapped me on the shoulder and proceeded to helped me up. Introductions took place as her tiny voice disclosed to me that we shared a class! I was astonished, relieved, and consoled. As they say, I suppose, "the rest was history." A full decade later, through the controversy, heartaches and general struggles of teen years, we are still in touch and close as ever. She remains to be the main component of why I continue to go on. I love you, C.
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