sister, me and mine

We met when I was three and a half. She completely filled my arms - I didn't think she was so little. She cried at night, but I loved to play with her during the day. She asked me to cut her hair and got me in trouble when I did. She played barbies the way I wanted to play for hours and hours. She traded me a dollar for a penny. She stayed awake with me at night when I was scared. She listened to my nightmares as well as my dreams. She never called me stupid and always let me wear her clothes. She understands me and I understand her. We're different but we're also the same. She can comfort me and make me laugh. She's my beautifully talented best friend - I get to call her sister.