Stacey. My little sister. I can't look at her without thinking of our barbie doll & dress up days. She's grown up to be one of the most beautiful people I know. Lately I find myself going to her for advice. And each time, I'm thrilled to find she got brains with the beauty. She's wise. She's driven. I look up to her.
I'd like to believe I am that sister. The one every guy fears before asking the girl out. Poor Quentin went through lots before he got my approval. I am proud to say, he's earned it. He's a great kid and he's become much more than my little sister's boyfriend. He's lucky to have her as she is to have him. That's how it's supposed to be.
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