Your hands were soft and small
An angelic face that was pure and innocent
Your eyes closed to the world
Not ready to see what was in front of you
I took your hand and left it there
Thinking of all the adventures we’d have
The way we’d play outside and get dirty
Chasing imaginary things and never really catching anything
Playing in the sandy beaches and searching for seashells
Or how I’d comfort you when afraid of a bad dream
You slowly opened your eyes, looked at me and smiled
I then knew I was going to have the best sister in the world
And how do I know you’re the best in the world?
Because you are my world
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