Sisters,
She's my older, but not longer sister.
When we were younger we couldn't de separated.
She loved to draw, I loved to draw.
She loved K3, I loved K3.
She posed for the camera, I posed for the camera.
We looked a lot like each other, even tough we weren't really.
But then everything changed.
We got separated.
I remember asking my mom when she'll come back, but she never answered back.
Years flew by.
We didn't had our whole childhood together, just a few years.
But a couple years ago our paths crossed again.
It was weird to see each other after so many years.
I wanted to cry and never stop, but I didn't.
We talked like nothing happened.
We found out we still look like each other.
She loves to draw, I love to draw.
She is crazy, I am crazy.
She loves singing, I love singing.
And even our faces and appearances look like each other.
We are like twins.
Even tough we haven't seen each other in years, we love each other.
Our paths began together, then we both had to a different direction, after years out paths crossed again and I know for sure, that this time out paths will never be apart.
We are walking this path together and we will end this part together, even when I am on the other side of the earth or even the moon, we will walk this path, through storms and rain.
I love my big sister.<3
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