When my sister was born she was my everything and she always will be. I was about 4 years old. I sat in the hospital for about an hour waiting to hold her. When I did I couldnt let go. I spent 4 years with her. Then 8 months apart. Then 4 months with her. Then 2 years without. Every time I was with her I lived with my mother and when I wasnt I was with my father. I started seeing her agian every other weekend, and, then that stoped for about a year. Then I saw her every 1st 2nd and 3rd saturday of the month. Now coronna hit. We are apart once again. All we have is phone calls, and even when we do call, I wonder if shes safe and I hope that she knows how much it kills me inside to not be by her side.