"Sisters"
I come from a very large family. 10 in total, 8 children, 5 of which were girls.
I am the youngest of the 5. As we were growing up, I looked at our family through my child's eyes, everything was simple, playful, happy, haunted houses in the hallway, playing in the hose outside, going to the beach and family vacations.
As I grew, it was not until the night one sister ran away that I began to see my family in a different light. It was then that I realized that our family was not perfect. I was seeing things that would have normally been kept from me. Then another sister a few years later had a child, with no intentions of getting married and yet another sister had divorced a couple of times. After time we younger ones began to realize that this all worked in our favor, as we felt there was not much we could do that would faze our mom and dad.
My sisters are special, each unique but each a part of me. With each I have fond memories of fun times and memorable moments. But we are all human and I do not always get along with them. While each of us is very much the same, we are all very different. We have our own minds and ideas on how things should be. As sisters we have fought, we have made up. We have laughed at jokes that no one can understand. We have said some of the meanest things to each other. We have defended each other when others won't. We have done some of the silliest things together and there's so many stories to be recalled when we are together. There have been close times and times when I have not spoken to them but through all the times I love them. No matter where they are they are always in my thoughts and forever a part of my heart.
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