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  • My little sister; she's almost 7 now and as sure as I was that I didn't want a little sister when she was born, she's added so much light to my life. I remember some summers ago, out at our family's cottage on Lake Ellen. We used to go there every summer...but not so much anymore. She was 3 I think. I was 12, on the edge of growing up, and I thought I was the next best thing since frozen pizza. She was my little sister, and she was loud and annoying, and dumb, and everything a little sister always is. She was there though. None of my friends were around that day, but she was. And so I played with my dumb little sister. We went to the beach. And we swam, and we made sand castles, and ate ice cream sandwiches, and we splashed each other and pretended we were princesses. We didn't talk much. It's hard to have a conversation with a 3 year old. But that day I saw her differently. She was my friend. She was my dumb little sister, but at the same time she was my friend. She was my little sister, and she was annoying and everything else a little sister always is, but at the same time, she was bright, and happy, and fun, and so full of life. And I loved her. I do love her. That day was bright, happy, and fun, and full of life too - just like her. And even though she probably doesn't even remember anything that happened that summer, I remember that day, and the way that she was. Time's passed and she's still my annoying little sister sometimes. Sometimes she drives me crazy. Other times though, she's my friend. Other times she's just the person I need to make me smile, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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