Lesson How A Sister Is Really Not A Curse But Lovable !

by Shania
(Malta , Birkirkara)

One Day A Little Baby Sister Was Born
She Was So Cute And Adorable

I Used To Hold Her In My Arms
I Used To Feed Her From A Little Bottle
I Used To Play Her That Sleepy Song
I Used To Hold Her Hand At The Park
I Used To Hold Her Tight While She Slept
I Used To Wake Up At Night To See If Everything Is Alright !

And I'm Just Her Sister Our Mother Used To Work So I Was Left To Take Care Of Her

I Refuse To Have Fun , To Hang Out .
So I Could Take Care Of My Little Sister
I Don't Know How Many Relationships I'd Call Off Just To Have Some Time With Her

In Just One Word I'd Said Goodbye To My Life And Hello To Her ,
I Wanted Her To Have Everything I Didn't Have
I Wanted Her To Enjoy Life More Than I Did .

I Watched Her Growing Up So Beautiful
She Could Talk And Walk

The First Thing That She Said Was My Name

One Day She Called Me And Told Me That She Love's Me I Smiled And Cried At The Same Time , And I Said My Baby's All Grown Up

The Thing About Having A Little Sister It's Not A Curse Or A Punishment
It's A Reward From God He Gave You That Little Angel Like He Gave
Me !

Now I Hate That My Sister is Grown Up

Cu'z I Can't Hold Her That Much , I Can't Feed Her From A Little Bottle , I Can't Hold Her Hand At The Park , I Don't Have To Play Her That Sleepy Song , I Don't Have To Wake Up At Night & After All I Can't Hold Her Tight While She Sleep's !

No Matter What Might Happen Or How Much Time Passes By '' She Will Always Be My Little Sister '' '' And I Will Always Love Her Like No Other ''
The Memories Will Forever Live In My Heart !!
And My Little Sister Turns Out To Be Not So Little Anymore

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