To my dear brother Mario,
I just wanted to let you know that though we didn’t grow up together or have a chance to build brother-sister memories…
and you never made me cry…
or pull my hair…
or fought with me…
or drove me crazy…
or watched me succeed…
or saw me fail and laughed…
or scolded me…
But against all odds, and every kind of rational speculation…
And though from my conception our father closed his heart to me, you let your heart’s tenderness shine through…
You heard the cry of my heart when I first contacted you even though you didn’t know I existed…
You did indeed stand up for me when you gave me the opportunity to find out if I was your real sister…
You did not complain about taking a DNA test, or see it as a personal intrusion…
You picked my spirit up when I longed to get a first glance at the father I never met, and you shared his picture with me…
You gave my wounded soul strength the first time you called me Sis, and acknowledged me as your father’s daughter…
Though genetically you are my half-brother, you have been my full blooded kin.
As a child I dreamed of finding and meeting you.
When God gave me the opportunity of finding you, and to fulfill the desire of my heart, you eased my fears by never turning me away.
And for all those reasons, I love you dearly and will always remember your kindness.
I praise God for His goodness in miraculously leading me to you.
I praise God for giving you a heart soft with kindness, and strong with faith.
I praise God that you continue to keep me in your life.
I praise God for a sweet brother like you.
As far as I am concerned, every week is brother’s week!
With all my love,
Your Sis, Lizbeth
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By ~ Elizabeth Yalian 2014 ©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com.
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