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.


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