Talking about my sister warms my heart.

Sister, always the relative who silently took the blame for you, still remember when you were a child, you often got into trouble, but when my sister found out, she always put in a good word for you and kept it from her parents.

Remember before? At that time, we always loved to fight, and later my sister was always the first to come out and coax you. No matter how much you suffer, my sister always uses her pocket money to buy you candy and delicious food. Sister is always like this. I can't bear to see you sad.

Sister, like parents, cares about us. No matter where we are or how old we are, as long as she is still here, she will always come to see us silently, just like her parents. She is old and her parents have left us, but she loves us for her parents.

Sister, she always scrimps and saves money, but when you need it, she is always duty-bound to take out her savings. She always loves us so much that she thinks of us first.

One day, we have a family, a family, and we become the independent person, but in my sister's heart, we are still the child, silently loving us. Although I have no ability to protect us, I silently give us the deepest love and the warmest embrace.

Sister, as warm as the sun, as bright as a sunny day, has been guarding us, loving us for our parents and sheltering us from the wind and rain.