Mommy came home and presented me with a doll that was to be mine....I took her at her word, after all I was only 5. My sister was mine to care for, love, watch over. I remember singing to her and sharing our room. We were 5 years apart and mother felt she could hand over her care to me and I believed it was possible. Many years, many experiences, our paths diverged. When I moved back close to my parents, we barely knew each other any more. She couldn't understand my behavior of acting as if nothing was wrong in our family. Then came counseling and I talked about having no memories. She realized I wasn't acting. I didn't know anything was wrong with what happened in our shared childhood. She remembered so vividly and I had only the vaguest clues and those were unreliable. She tried to talk to me but I nearly passed out from the stress of attempting to remember. She reached out to me and gave me all that love I gave to her right back to me. She encouraged me, she had my back, she scolded me when I needed it, she shared her light when the darkness nearly engulfed me. I don't know why God sent her to our family but I am so thankful He did. My sister, my friend Happy Birthday to you.