My sister was always very motherly, babysitting and stuff.
I'm a lot older than my little brothers and sister, so I think I grew up babysitting them.
My sister was in ballet growing up. I spent almost the entirety of 7 through 12 backstage at Lincoln Center, just running around, waiting for 'The Nutcracker' to end.
I do love a good dark guy. Maybe a beard - some sister scruff?
I grew up on the south side of Chicago, most of that time on welfare. My mother and sister and I used to live with my grandparents and various cousins. We shared a two-bedroom tenement, and the three of us slept in one of those bedrooms and had a set of bunk beds.
I was not expecting my sister to ask me to be her best man. I was so honored.
Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.
Until blacks and whites see each other as brother and sister, we will not have parity. It's very clear.
Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.
Tamannaah is not just pretty on the outside but from within too. She's extremely friendly and grounded. We had mutual admiration for each other and bonded so well. I think I found a sister in her.
I couldn't really relate much to my younger sister, because she was born in 1992, and I was born in 1986. And then my older sister, we just didn't get on that much. Although we bonded over hating our stepdad.
Getting involved with the Boys and Girls Club helped keep me and my sister from getting in trouble.
My sister and I used to sing at weddings. We would sing 'When a Man Loves a Woman' to the bride. We'd do it right before the garter ceremony.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars; in the heavens, you have made them bright, precious and fair.
My sister died in Brooklyn.
I may have had a crush on Zac, but we are like brother and sister, so nothing would ever happen.
My brother and sister were much older. They were planned. I was not planned for. I was called the mistake, amongst other things.
I didn't see a woman drive until I visited my sister and brother-in-law in Tempe, Ariz., in 1976.
My position in the family turned out to be a lucky one; I bore neither the brunt of my mother's newness to parenthood nor the force of her middle-aged traumas, as my younger sister, Ruth, did.
My sister died and my mum was really distant, as you do - you don't expect your offspring to die before you. I thought I was bulletproof up until that stage.
