I remember my growing up years and the yearning I always had for a sister.
I love my two brothers but there were some things, I could never share with them or with anyone else. For those special moments, I always wished that there was a sister to lend her shoulder.
Like the first time I kissed... or the butterflies I felt in my belly on my first date. The day I found my true passion or the days I felt anxious, worried, insecure, lost... those were the days when I hoped in hell that from somewhere... just through some magical tryst with destiny, I were to be blessed with a sister.
For nothing is more incredible than having your own home grown partner in crime then is it!!
