Yesterday the girls went outside to play camp out. They took their umbrellas and a ton of blankets, spread them right in front of the door and made a nest for themselves. While I was sitting and reading my Sunday paper I took a glimpse of a sisterly love. They were nested together and I could see Alexandra’s hand gently carressing Ania’ s face. My husband who also wittnessed the scene, commented: “Look at the love in Alexandra’s eyes”. A moment later it was Ania who took her turn and started reading a book to Alexandra.
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