  As I take a look behind me,  I see her sleeping peacefully.  My sister's back from her trip to New York.
nbsp;  It was all that she dreamed it would be,  maybe more. nbsp;  All I know is that it's so nice have her back home. nbsp;  Knowing that if I wake up in the middle of the night from a bad dream she'll be there in the bed next to me is so amazingly comforting. nbsp;  & nbsp;  It's a weird feeling,  thinking that soon we might not be waking up in the same room.
 As far as I could remember,  we've shared a room.
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 The times&
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I cried hysterically thinking I had lost a school assignment,  only to find it in the crevices of my backpack,  she was there.
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All the years of superficial&
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phone conversations I had with various characters for hours on end,  she was there.
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 The panic attacks,  hyper spells,  dramatic relational episodes,  " I am a singer so see me dance and sing"  sprees,  random acts of annoyance and mental torture&
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i.
e.
 burping,  making animal noises,  playing sappy love songs,  using a syrupy sweet version of my voice when talking to guys on the phone,  not being up to par with her level of personal hygiene) through it all,  she was right there next to me.
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 She didn't have much of a choice. but hey,  that's NOT the point!
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 Hehe~  All in all,  I love her and am thankful that she had a safe,  refreshing,  and thoughtful trip. but mostly,  that her bed is filled by her warmth again.
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Praise the Lord for sisters!
