My sister used to hang shiny streamers from their fruit trees to keep the birds away. Last year she asked my brother to hang them and after he was done, we sat outside to watch as the breeze swayed them back and forth ~ shiny,red foiled streamers. They looked pretty and I wondered why I had never noticed them before.
I miss my sister. I miss her calling me. I miss hugging her.
I know she is in a good place and no longer suffering, but I sure do miss her.
I love you, sister.
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