Little Me

My sister you see, just turned 12.

Her life has only just begun.

And yet the world seems to smile on her, light comes from her, not the sun.

This year she is cancer awareness.

Her teached passed, this previous year and she mourned while I silently dealt with depression.

I have never been so proud.

Than to watch her walk the stage as a valedictorian. 

 

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