I recently found an old list of reasons I'd like to be more like my baby sister:
She is the "queen master of hula hooping", talks the cats through guided meditations, fills her crystals with happy thoughts and sings her bedtime prayers.
I'd like to add that she whips up her own polenta porridge for breakfast most mornings, has the most outrageous dance moves and the kindest heart of any girl child I know.
We have sleepovers more nights than not. I'm almost certain I'll come home at the end of the summer and be roomless. Every time I leave for a weekend I receive texts from my mom's phone asking if she can start moving her belongings in to replace my own. I assume these texts aren't actually from my mother.
I already miss her the most.
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