Happy Birthday to my sister.
She looked more like mom and I looked more like dad. That was what we grew up hearing. For 7 years it was just the two of us. Two girls who played a lot, climbed trees, hop scotched, snuck out to the stream behind our house, cycled round and round our car porch, caught dragonflies and butterflies in the garden, played house, fought to lick the batter off the cake beater. . . . .
We grew up quarrelling most of the time.