Remember I told you this blog was going to be a sandbox, a playground where I was still trying to find myself, find my voice? Trying to find out what exactly I wanted to write about it. Where my inspiration would come from. What was going on inside my crazy mind.
Well… I think I found myself.
My Little Sister
I always thought she was my little sister.
I always thought I had to teach her, make her home work, help her cross the streets.
I always thought I had to protect her, when she was sick, watch her sleep, give her medicine.
Always together. Same class, same friends, same clothes, same fights.
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