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.