She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime,your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child.
Like branches on a tree we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one. Each of our lives will always be a special part of the other.
There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother.Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.
If thy brother wrongs thee, remember not so much his wrong-doing, but more than ever that he is thy brother.
A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.
Barbara Alpert
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Anna Quindlan
Epictetus
Marion C. Garretty
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