I was only two and really do not remember what it was like the day mom and dad brought her home from the hospital, but I do remember what it was like growing up with her.
I remember picking on her and her yelling “Mom, Derek's picking on me!” Now it wasn't always me who did the picking, she enjoyed giving it back too. But I guess that is what brothers and sisters do. I would also carry her on my back and she would be my sidekick when we played cowboys and robbers. I do know that if anyone ever tried to hurt her they would have to face my fists first.
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