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Monday, June 25, 2007
:)
My sis is not going to like this but...
I watched her grow up since she was a baby. I remember her trying to learn to walk. She kept falling over and I kept wondering why she was so clumsy :P. We were the closest playmates. We use to dump out our whole basket of toys and sit in the basket, playing imaginary games. We flew to America. I remember worrying about her on the plane, little five-year-old I was. We fought often, even about little things like scissors, but they just added to being sisters. I kissed her in the middle of the night while she was sleeping. (Haha, Hazel, I never told you since you never liked to be kissed.) When she ate nasal spray and she went to the hospital, I prayed for her. I planned a surprise birthday party for her and fought w/ her on the morn before the party. She said she only "liked me" not "loved me", but I always knew better. She missed me if I went out and wrote me notes. We told sister secrets. She always wanted to bunk in w/ me for the night. She annoyed, exasperated me, and drove me up the walls, but we laughed over her antics. I worried about how she took all the changes happening. I worried when she failed. I scolded, she tattled. It's called being sisters. Only sisters share the craziest but most precious memories. I know I get mad. I know I am often stressed. I know I often fail as a sister, and I wish I didn't. But for each scolding I give you, just take it that you're close enough to me that I know you won't take it wrongly. I can't scold a lot of people you know w/o being afraid they'll take it the wrong way. And for each scolding I give you, I'll remember that it hurts and it doesn't say...I love you.






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