Fantastic Women They make me laugh. They make me cry. They hold the moon and the stars. They make me so proud. They make me embarrassed, but always in a joking way. When I am told that I look like them, my heart swells up and tears come to my eyes. We are married. We are divorced. We all have kids. We are all survivors. We have the scars to prove it! In being with them over the years, they have made me strong. Through them I have learned to love to a whole new level. We are different sizes, and different heights. All different hair colors and eyes. We have the same foreheads. The same chins. We even have the same freckle-kissed skin. No words can describe the love, and admiration I have for them. No words can describe how my heart breaks and how much I cry everytime I have to leave them. No words can express the joy and laughter that fill my soul when I return to them. My feeling of being "Home". Do you think this is silly? I don't! Because, if you knew my sisters, you would feel the same. They are contagious! So full of life! My sisters are part of me. They share so many memories of mine. Good and bad! Without them, I am truly lost! Without them, I am not me!! Miles separate us, but not my love!

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