My sister was home for three days, and left on Sunday. I get so excited to see her. I can’t travel fourteen hours it take to get to her house, so the only time I see her that she comes here. I have so many memories of my life with my sister. She is three years and three days older than me.
When I was born, she was so excited to have a little sister. She’s always been so kind to me. I know that having me for a sister made her life difficult. My needs were always demanding of my Mom, so Leah didn’t get as much attention from the time I was born. I learned so much from her. She was always writing or reading or performing, playing her viola or the piano. I used to sit and watch her play the piano and I would feel so sad. I could not make my hands work like hers, so I knew I would never play the piano, but I love to hear her play.
She has made many sacrifices in her life for me, and I am so grateful to her. I love to cuddle with her. I know she needs to live her life, and I need to live mine. When we see each other I am so content. I had two seizures while she was here, so I wasn’t able to do everything I hoped for, but it was great to be together. I love her.