I remember how I braided my little sister's hair,
trying to weave my love into each plait.When her long blonde locks would knot,
I would brush and spray as I tried to untangle it,
While she cried, 'I don't want to have to cut it out.'Many years have passed, my hair now long.
I can't help but wonder, or rather, hope,
That one day she will say the same about me:
'I used to braid my sister's hair,'
And I'll know her love is a knot
that will never come out.
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