A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit and a golden thread to the meaning of life. To you my dearest sisters, although we are from the same family but it seems like I came from a different one. I did not have any childhood memories with all of you because I was adopted by my present parents. When I was a child, I've always questioned why was I given to someone else. That always made me sulked thus infusing the feeling of hatred.
I knew that we know each other as always were but we never know each other's heart. We never shared the private family jokes and I never know when you've been bad or good. I never had the chance to quarrel with you nor I had the chance to share any belongings like sisters always do during their childhood. How I wish I could experience growing up with someone like you, someone to lean on, someone to count on, someone to tell anything.
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