Telephone conversations lasting for hours talking about everything and talking about nothing. Remembering foil christmas lights, color wheels that light up a young child's world. You have mom's feet, I have dad's eyes conversations, wondering who got what. Secrets shared, memories reminisced, regrets spoken and strong bonds make over telephone wires that reach from my heart to yours and from yours to mine.
Today and every day I am grateful for these sacred moments with you, my sister. I love you...
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