My most favorite sister (she’s my only sister actually) lives in the Bay Area with her family.   We see each other once or twice a year.   I visit her or she visits me.   Everytime we say our goodbyes at the airport,  we never failed to shed tears.

We are so close and love each other dearly.  But when we were little,  we always fought over toys, food  and everything.


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