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  • The story of my life and who I am is closely tied to my sister. I'm older by two years and four months. My sister is my constant friend and perpetual confidante. Because I was so young when she was born, I have no memories of a life without her in it.

    We may not have always gotten along but we never have been estranged. Our petty, silly sisterly quarrels never were a threat to our bond. We are a team, united against our parents, other kids, the world.

    We were roommates in college. I knew I could live with her - it was a known quantity. And it was like having a little bit of home always there. We had been sharing with each other all our lives, so it was an easy choice.

    Now, we are adults and have been through the usual trials and tribulations as well as the usual joys and love, and yet, no matter who we are with or where we live, my sister is the one person in this world that I do not think I could bear to be without.

    She is an integral part of my heart and soul.
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