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  • We were born to 11th generation New Orleanians and we were born a world apart. At times, she was forced to raise me and she had to write notes to my Dad about how naughty I was. She was never allowed to be carefree or careless and I could never be organized and careful. She does not let me forget my roots and she reminds me that New Orleans is in our blood.

    Lulu is my older sister, stand-in mother, friend, storyteller, memory keeper, mardi gras creator, perfectionist, planner, music expert, artist and secret giggler. She reminds me we must stay connected even when I don't want to. She loves me and I love her, not just because she is my sister. I let her be the boss in a world where I am the boss. She is my big sister.
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