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The Storm

A little girl’s true story.

When I was a little girl of eight I shared a bedroom and slept with my younger sister who was six. That was when we could tolerate each other for more than a minute. She just passed at the beginning of this year so I feel regret that I did not know her better.

My mom put up pretty, long, billowy curtains on our window which had tiny yellow flowers on them. They were pretty…