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My head is full of memories wrapped with heartstrings, I am reminiscing the day my daughter was born. Sifting through old photographs, nostalgia my companion, I cannot untangle my son from my daughter’s story. Bound together by chance my son and daughter tug at one another challenging and comforting, leading and following. My daughter was born a little sister, but has grown into a friend. Today I pause to give thanks for the blessing of her life and to wish her a lifetime of love and friendship.

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