Most people think of their other half
As being their husband, wife,
Boyfriend, girlfriend, but
My other half is my sister.
She loves to torture me,
Tickling me until I pee myself,
Making fun of the clothes I wear,
Always knowing when I took hers...
But I love it.
I love when she embarrasses me,
Because all she wants is a smile.
I smile when she is happy,
Because then she smiles back.
I hug her when she is unhappy,
She always hugs me back.
She has always been my mini mother,
My enemy,
My friend,
My protector and doctor,
And sometimes a pain...
But one thing she stays forever,
My older sister.
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