She's not my sister--technically, my cousin--but, I do regard myself as her elder bro.
She's been near from me, and yet I did not know until this Thanksgiving.
She's nine months only younger than me.
She had a mother who loved me just the way a mother to her baby.
She had a mother who died at a young age when she was still a baby.
She's a sweet, pretty, little nurse working in a hospital.
She invited me to dinner with her pretty fellow nurses tonight, because
She is twenty-two years old today.
She recently bought a computer at home.
She's been working out with a gym, near my workplace
She's good.
And I'm good too.
2 comments:
moving...
tears
another tintin:)
Sounds like a poem or lyric something, with countless SHEs. Smart~
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