There are people I know {or have known} that I wish to be more like.
But none as much as my youngest sister, Rebecca.
She who is patient
She who is quiet {now} more often than she speaks
{although it was not always so, and I liked her just as much when she was a wild, belligerent tumbleweed}
She who is a peacemaker and keeper
She who is fair and honest
She who is a Pandora's box {in a good way} of surprises
She whose heart is tender and spirit is gentle
She who is unaffectedly childlike and wise
{although I suspect she is unaware of this}
She who sings like the lark outside my bedroom window
She who is as lovely as the sun setting in the summer sky
She who is Rebecca.
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