I miss the way you used to hug me, I miss the way you used to kiss my lips, but most of all I miss the way you held me and my heart. I miss you…
If sisters were free to express
If sisters were free to express how they really feel, parents would hear this: Give me all the attention and all the toys and send Rebecca to live with Grandma.
Love is spending the rest of your life with someone you want to kill and not doing it because you had miss them!
Live, Laugh, Love If that doesn’t work, Load, Aim and Fire