She Was My Safe Place in a World That Wasn’t Kind
She never wore a cape, but she saved me a thousand times. When I lost my mother, I also lost my sense of safety—but my sister refused to let me walk through the darkness alone. She became my anchor, my comfort, my quiet strength. She dried my tears with hands that should have been holding dreams of her own. She mothered me with a heart that never asked for recognition. And today, I want the world to know—her love shaped me, her sacrifice lifted me, and because of her, I am standing.
Through all the sacrifices, all the unsung moments, she showed me that love isn’t just a word—it’s a choice. And she chose me, as a sister every single day.
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