When I think of a little sister, I think of someone who is small and adorable and who I could really take care of and worry about. When I think of an older brother, I think of someone who'd be really cool who I could not only party with, but I could also be protected by. I don't really think about having an older sister, because it seems to me that I am the older sister. I've come today to talk to you about my family. Not the family I was born into, the family I've come to have. I had a twin for a long time- of course, she was the beautiful twin. We were almost inseberable, and I can still remember the days when people would get us mixed up, and when she would call me everyday. I've lost that sister of mine. I have an older brother. I have a few actually. They're there for me if I need protecting, and they're there if I need to be taken care of. They take the best care of me, because they are my family. I have father figures. I love and respect them, and even though most of the time, I don't want to hear what they have to say. I have no second mother. I have a little sister, a beautiful, wonderful, talented little sister who I am so very worried about, it drives me to pieces sometimes. As with all little sisters, she likes to hang out with my friends- and I am very nervous as to what they are gonna do to her. Corrupt her fourteen year old mind possibly. But I'm worried for my family. Sometimes I feel like I'm tearing them apart.