To Be a Good Sister

i didn't know what it would be like to be a sister

i had no clue what to do or how  to do things 

or  to even how to be a good sister

 i thought in the past that i might be doing thing's wrong 

or i might hurt her while i get her dressed 

because she was very small and fragile people had to be very gentle with her 

i remember when she wasn't even 1

 she would wake us up earliy and maybe just around 1
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