286 days to go

When I was a little girl my mom had to work an afternoon shift which ment she was not home in the evening. My dad was at home, but was usually out working in his shop. My big sister, Shonnie was the one who ended up bathing, feeding and putting to bed Paul and I. She was a teenager at the time and I am sure there were a hundred other things she would have rather been doing. I have never told her thank you for being there for us, but now I do realize what a sacrifice she made for my brother and I. We never felt any resentment from her only love. Thank you Shonnie.