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Fifty six years ago on Thursday September the 10th my sister Denise welcomed me into her life. Of course she didn’t really have a choice in the matter mind you, but never the less I arrived, probably screaming and carrying on until I saw her and then I bet I was the happiest girl on earth just seeing I had an older sister. Who wouldn’t be? On the following day, September the 11th Denise would celebrate her 1st birthday, and for every year after that, that followed there would be 1 day out of every year where we would be the same age. When we were younger it would drive her crazy, I don’t think that’s the case as much anymore. Now as we enter our golden years as some may call it, we appreciate the fact that we have something extra special about us, almost like twins must feel and at least for me I couldn’t feel closer to her or appreciate her more. So here’s to sisters, and birthdays. One I could never do without, the other well, yeah, I think you get the picture.