We grew up like sisters. My children call her their aunt.
We grew up like sisters. My children call her their aunt.
The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.
She loved to travel with me and my sister. If we called and said we were going anywhere, we had to take her along.
I love being a mother. I loved being a daughter, a sister, a wife. I love being a woman with men. I love having given birth.
The picture has made its million back in four months; I have been overwhelmed by letters, hundreds of them, literally, begging me in my next production not to swing over the shallow trash of mother love, father love, sister love, brother love.
It was around 4 p.m. in the afternoon. I was just taking a nap. Luckily, my sister was home.
Native Americans never took a stance we've always respected the earth. Anytime we do something that will affect nature, we ask ourselves, how will this affect seven generations The earth is our mother, the sky is our father, and everything in between is our brothers and sisters. Everybody deserves respect and the right to be listened to.
My sister, she played with my grandparents, my aunts and my uncles. That's mainly what we did. It must be in the blood or something. We just really enjoy curling so much.
We've all grown up not the same, but with very similar morals and values. We know how it is. We know not to talk about anyone's mother and sister.
It's a little better than kissing your sister, ... I think it would be truly a shallow victory. We certainly would not have taken any credit for it.
Politics is too partisan, and sometimes patriotism is cast aside. Patriotism is honor and love of your country and your brothers and sisters. With politics I get the impression that it's all about what's good for the party and not necessarily what's good for the country.
Brothers and sisters, friends and enemies I just can't believe that everyone in here is a friend and I don't want to leave anybody out.
When I was a kid, I was surrounded by girls: older sisters, older girl cousins just down the street... except for an older boy named Vito who threw rocks. Each year I would wish for a baby brother. It never happened.
Whenever she's around you're pretty much happy. She'd come over to my house between classes and I'd take her to class. We'd just talk. I told her all the time she reminded me of my sister. There aren't many people I could talk to like I talked to her.
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