Sisters

I know we fight. but not in spite. but deep,deep down. it is like a golden gown. we do love each other. not like any other. all sisters have bad sides. it is most definitely a bumpy ride. but as I said you are my big sister. and I am a right little devil. you try to fool me like saying there is a ghost. but when it matters most. when bullies are picking on me. you are there with the key. to sort it all out. that is without a doubt. we do love each other. but most the time it does not show. and we are fighting like any other. sisters will never change.