Terri Sarratt, page 638

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My little sister is nine years younger than me. I still often call her by my daughter's name and my daughter by hers. I thought of her as my child as well as my sister.

 

She is 5 ft. tall and has not ever topped 100 pounds but she is feisty far beyond her size.

 

We have established our friendship in the later years of my life. In the care of our mother, who just died at 93, I have come to know what a caring and loyal person she is. I have told her not to forget her care-taking skills because with our age difference I intend to benefit from them.

 

She is my little sister, and that carries a world of meaning.