My sister, Erika. The front steps on Second Street. So many memories.
I don’t drive by the house we grew up in very often, but every time I do I am flooded with memories. She was my best friend then, and is one of my best friends now. There isn’t a single childhood memory I have that she doesn’t have some part in.
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