She adores her brother. Breathes him like air. Follows him as though he were the second coming.
Some days he notices her. Some days he tolerates her. Most days, he’s annoyed with her. And then there are the days when he adores her. And you can see the joy in her eyes from her brief, yet powerful, moment of triumph.
Yet she continues. Always no more than a step behind, and always defiantly mastering whatever task he has deemed too hard for her to accomplish.
She is his stalker. She is his minion. He is her everything. She looks at him in a way she looks at no one else. Not her Mom. Not her Dad. Not her Uncle. Not even Elmo.
They are siblings in every sense. Brother and sister. Oil and water. Always together, yet never touching. Always right on top of one another, yet never touching.
Always together.
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