This time I just want to make a little quick thought. I have a
sister, I complain about her a third of the day, and I think about her half of
the day. I smile in secret when I remember her. I wish all day I could hug her
tightly one more time for a little longer.
She’s a great girl. Yeah, she has flaws too.
She's not perfect I am well aware of that, however she is also
quite gifted, she's got beauty and a golden heart to match, she's a rising
star, I get to see her grow and blossom and it's a gift to be able to see that
what she is turning into and the wonderful future that surely awaits her. Because
she'll do anything she wants and I admire her before the world because she will
stand up and shine all over the globe.
And I am thankful because she has shown me that anything is
possible and made herself an example of dedication and focus that I deeply
admire. She achieved all she wanted and made it possible, I’ve no doubts that
she’ll realize all her dreams and I’ll see them come true, so that makes me
admire her, then again …
… How could you not?
I guess after all the thinking I would not change her for the
world; she can be annoying and bossy, but really sweet and loving and
comprehending too. She’s smart and funny and wonderful. Many people are single
kids nowadays, I got the blessing of having her by my side and we will always
have each other.
We fight, of course we do. We are brothers, it’s like our duty. In
public at least, because when we are alone we hang around wonderfully. She is my accomplice and unbreakable guardian of my secrets, Boredom is fun when we are together and dull becomes hilarious by her side. She
makes me feel proud and at the same time pushes me to want to climb higher so I
can be there for her.
She’s simply a gift, complex, fun, sweet, with everything as a
pain and everything as a blessing; that’s how she is and she is wonderful like
that. No changes needed.
I just want to say …
… I’m honored …
… I’m Proud …
… I’m lucky to be her brother …
… And …
…I love her
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