Love of a Sibling

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  1. My mom had five children. Only the oldest and the two youngest grew up together. Me and my only brother grew up with our father people, different fathers that is. As adults we are still not close. My closest sisters are those that I served with, pledged with, and that I’ve met in different walks. I met a few young women on Facebook and we are now true sisters. Been over 10 and some 15 years and we still cry with each other.

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