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A little girl watched her dad prepare for work
Listening intently to his sturdy steeltoed boots bang the floor,
He clutches our hands desperately,
begging us not to leave him.
With bloodshot eyes and gritting teeth
You are my little sister,
However, little does not even describe you.
You are all the things
That are good in this world.
You are the laughs
Stemming from deep within my belly.
You are the smiles
