I'm Still Your Sister

 

I remember when that beautiful blond stole our brother. I was ever so slightly mad at her. 

I remember her telling us how much she loved him. 

It made it a little easier. 

But I soon realized he didn't have the time for us that he used to. 

I missed him. 

Fact is, I've found he's still my brother. 

Maybe he's not there to dance with me in the living room or have Roy Rogers style fights to classical music, but he still takes the time to have long phone conversations and try to help me figure out life. 

I'm still your sister. I'm still here for you. 

Forever. 

Anger

Sometimes you gotta just chill. 

Remember When?

Remember when we were young and fun? Remember when I chased you through the woods? Remember when I could get to the top of the hill before you? Remember when I used to run across a field just for the fun of it? Remember when we used to tackle each other on the trampoline, and sometimes I would win?

Those were the days. 

I knew I wanted to grow old with you. I guess I just didn't expect that time to come so soon. 

But you know what? I still love you. Actually my love for you just grows with every pain and problem. And, I think, brighter days will come again. Maybe I'll even beat you in a sword fight again some day.

Oh, man. I think I might be a little jealous of the girl in the soaked maroon shirt. Oh, well.