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My half-sister and I were pretty close until I hit around age 9. Then I realized I wanted to move on in life while her and my other cousins wanted to stick around and do the same stupid kiddy stuff (even though she is 3 years my senior). So we kinda grew apart for a few years (I lived at home with my mom and step dad while she lived with our grandma since her mom sucks and our dad is in jail).
Then she made the worst decision in her life (she isn't the brightest bulb) and had sex with some asshole. He left, promised to marry her, joined the army and married some other girl. All of this while she was only 17. That guy is lucky as hell I wasn't around. So my nephew brought us closer and every now and then she'll call so he can talk to me.
My little sister, *sigh*. I still do my best to steer her in the right direction since I'm the only one thats not afraid to hit her when she fucks up (not beat up but she knows she fucked up when I do). She's 6 years younger than me and I don't want her to screw up like my older sister did.
So yeah, we're as close as I want to be.
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P.S. Always remember: to forget is a form of suicide. (If I could only remember to forget myself.)
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