"True love stories don't have endings."
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While browsing our photo albums, a nostalgic dreamlike events flashed on my mind.. I miss these days--when we were fighting like cats, pulling each other's hair.. Hmm.. Janine, my older sister, my first enemy and first best friend..
I can still remember the days when I was four years old and she was thirteen, she reads fairy tales for me where "once upon a time" and "they lived happily ever after" are certain and I keep on asking her, "why does it have to end"? "Is there a story that lasts forever?"
"just go to sleep little girl! So you could grow and find your prince charming." She said.
"You will never find your prince charming cause Funny Monkey is your true love!" My brother interrupted.
Anyway, my brother, Daryll is the eldest among the three of us, just a year older than my sister and not a day would pass without him teasing me, but I love him cause he's my first playmate and unlike other kids, I can't do what I want, I can't play outside, I can't be happy, I can't be free, I play video games with my brother during weekends and I play by myself while my siblings are at school.
Though my parents treated me like a prisoner inside the house, I could still feel their tender loving care and I understand why they have to do that---I'm a fat clumsy kid, I have a poor health condition and i'm a crybaby. They don't want to see me hurt and I almost spent my entire childhood life in the hospital.
Time runs fast, now I'm fifteen, my sister is 23 and my brother is 24. I donated the books to an orphanage, and I hope they would take good care of it, like I did. They may not know the story behind those books, but the memories I had with my sister through those books will last forever.
