How could I not love you? The first syllable I uttered since I was born was you. It was you who hugged me. It was you who fed me little by little with rice cereal. The whiteness I saw for the first time was you. The softness I felt for the first time was you. I love you, only you. We are Bingdilian holding hands deeply. From the beginning to the end, it can only be you. I love you.
Early warning
Pure sister bone, not pseudo-orthopedics
Purpose: Hand in hand with sisterly love