We are sitting together, smiling, actually touching is going on and sharing of a afghan. This photo was taken December 1988. I would have been 3, he would have been 5 almost 6. I think after this time we had rare moments of being civil together unless enforced by our mom. He was just so irritating, teased me relentlessly, and frustrated me. He would probably state that I was a whiny younger sister that would follow him everywhere or a lot. He love me though, he just says stuff like that. We are now on good terms, once we both passed puberty and did a lot of growing up (mostly on his end...just kidding).
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