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I should see you tomorrow Before I leave for a trip I want to show you my poems And my fun little clips I've missed you so much I send a small text We should hang out tomorrow night I wonder what's...
To my sister, Nikki.
I had a pretty good response to chapter one, so here I'd the next chapter. 4 months later Alice runs jokily into the black.
I was so little. I didn't exactly understand. I was just curious. In this big ole land. My sister was giving me. A simple bath. Whilst my mother was out of it.
Chap 2 Renda slowly opened the door to the families small cottage. "mother, mother I have great news!" screams renda as she closed the door behind her.
Hand Me Downs Do you know what they are.
Completed the race for life With my sister Heather. We ran 5k non-stop, In hot, humid weather. We raised cash for cancer, All dressed in pink. Bags and medals as prizes, A huge success I think.
3 unheard sisters. Whose stories remain untold. Up to this very day. I've had them to hold. 3 unheard sisters. Look nothing alike. But everything in common. Even sleeping habits at night.
#100days Today I plan to drive From here to way down there. I really wish I could click my heels, And arrive without a care. On my trusty car I must rely, To get me from A to B.
Here's to @HeatherAnne A sister, a hero a dream, Here's to @HeatherAnne The cherry on top of my ice cream.
A tear tricked down my cheek as I watched my big sister being drove away with my mum in the ambulance.
My little brothers. We don't have mother. Not anymore. I know your heart is sore. As is mine. Can't promise it will all be fine. Just as with you dear sisters. Our hearts just a painful blister.
Thank you for laughing with me. Thank you for making me see. That even if I fall I could try again. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for the late nights of talking about thoughts and dreams.
Last week my sister decided she was not in love with her fiancé and called off her wedding. So I thought to cheer her up I'd take her and my mother out for the day.
Every morning I sweep and Hoover a full head stuck in the drum. Yet unnerving as seems the mirror still gleams with more than most.
It was a warm September afternoon. The city of Azun looked deserted and the term "ghost town" echoed through my mind as we drove down the dusty streets of the Amina district.
After seeing my sister close her eyes and never waking up in the summer was unbearable. Now it was winter, and I was watching the snow falling to the ground. Each snowflake having it's own design.