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my baby sister
Wednesday, September 16, 20091:36 AM


came home to my baby sister yelling her little lungs out
since she was happy to see me back home early
how cute
she tend to call me over small little things
like what my two brothers have done to her
knowing i would scold them for bullying her
and
she would tend to call me and asking me
whether it was okie for her to use some
of my stuff.

i cant believe she has turn 11 couple of weeks back
it seems like yesterday that she was just a baby
whom i love to cuddle and carry her around
though we are 11 years apart
and though we are different
(like i love dressing up and she doesnt
and she love playing wrestling and i dont)
we tell each other our secrets
and i actually treat her like a young adult
:D
i miss those times when we would fought for the telly
to watch our favourite shows
and screaming at each other

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