To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.
Lord help the mister that comes between me and my sister .
It was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on... someone to tell on! ~Author Unknown
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