Treasure Island

Daleen Irshaid

(31-12-1994 / Amman)

My Sister

My sister is my first friend
That's one of the reasons I'm blessed.
My sister is a good listener
My sister is a great adviser,
My sister is an amazing driver.
But such a bad singer.
My sister sometimes goes insane, but I must not forget to say, she's amazing in every way.
My sister and I have fought a lot through the years
And I think that's what made a wonderful memories.
My sister is the one I've grew up knowing she's by my side.
In each step I make towards life.
My sister have tought me to be me. And not to care what others might see.
My sister have teached me a lot by the things she have did.
And I won't forget each advice she have said.
My sister and I haven't share lots of things together.
still I wouldn't want any other sister.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 27, 2012

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