My sister laughed. "It has stinky breath," she giggled. Her laughter is a songbird and her smile is the dawn.
I thrust my sword through the monster's soft, lardaceous belly, and it began to teeter lifelessly. I saw that the weighty mass was on the verge of falling and flattening my sister, so, heroically, I tackled her out of its fall line.
"Ouch, Kenna. That hurt," she whined, rubbing her elbow. So much for gratitude. "Ooooh," she said, suddenly distracted. "There's a fairy! She wants us to follow her to her magical castle!"
She laughed and bounced off toward our playset, the castle. I followed her to the castle. I always follow her lead. I like the way she sees the world.
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I was eleven years old when I first saw my sister. I stood at my mom's hospital bed, not quite sure what to think. This purple, wrinkled creature hadn't even figured out I existed.
Now we fight bad guys, catch fairies, and battle monsters.
Her laughter is a songbird and her smile is the dawn.
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