I have 1 sister.
She is 4 years older than me...
And I love her.
When I was little I wanted to be just like her.
When she would go out, I would snoop all around her room and look in every nook and cranny. (sorry sissy, I don't think I ever told you that...)
I marveled at all of her grown up things.
I loved to watch her put on her make-up.
and when she wanted to play with me... I felt oh so special.
We didn't speak for 10 years.
A whole decade...
Then on my 30th birthday, there was a knock at my door.
Flowers from my Sissy. A surprise.
Our relationship was healed and she was part of my life once again.
And you know what???
I still love to watch her put on her make-up.
And I love her.
When I was little I wanted to be just like her.
When she would go out, I would snoop all around her room and look in every nook and cranny. (sorry sissy, I don't think I ever told you that...)
I marveled at all of her grown up things.
I loved to watch her put on her make-up.
and when she wanted to play with me... I felt oh so special.
We didn't speak for 10 years.
A whole decade...
Then on my 30th birthday, there was a knock at my door.
Flowers from my Sissy. A surprise.
Our relationship was healed and she was part of my life once again.
And you know what???
I still love to watch her put on her make-up.
