My kid sister
Mihaela
flaunts the sweetest smile,
a heart of
gold, a classy style.
she's been my laughing partner,
my pillar, my starter.
Back in the
days when we were kids
as I was
ironing my clothes
annoyed with her
bratty ways
I placed
the iron on her nose,
it burned a superficial
red
and made her
whine herself to bed..
Little that I
knew back then
the day will
come
to turn the iron on myself
and beg her company again.
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