A few days ago I was talking to someone about sleeping habits and I had told them that when I was little I use to beg and plead every night to sleep with you. We both realized that it sounded a bit peculiar that I would want to sleep with my little sister. but it really isn't. You've always been the formidable sister.
I've always felt like you were torn away from me, and it changed me.
I will never be as strong as you.
You are well-made and long-lasting,
and I am weak and flimsy.
( I wrote this for my sister, but I wanted you to read it.)
