Sister of Mine

This sister of mine is called Aida. She is very bright, when she was only 12 years old she wrote these two poems for me. The second poem was inspired by the family trip we took from America to Bosnian and Croatia in the summer of 2001. I treasure them very much and have put them in my book of quotes.

My Sister

My sister sometimes she's cold blooded, sometimes she is mean, but by all means she's scary too. She talks on the phone with Meg and Sue from 4 to 5 everyday. She drives me crazy all the time. Whoe wore what and why to school? Who cares I say. She makes me want to climb up the wall, but despite all I wouldn't trade her for the world.

Croatia

Last year I went to Croatia. Me and my 2 sisters crammed in the back of my grandpa's Golf, listening to old Britany Spears. We drove by the mountain side, we drove by the sea. Till I finally thought I was going to be sick. From time to time I would look at my sister, and I saw the look in her blue eyes. It looked like she was seeking something in the sea, like a memory that was lost forever. I turned around and thought teenagers.

I would say that is very damn good for a little twelve year old. Sometimes I wonder whether she knows how much I love her.