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February 7, 2011

I always slid my hand between the diaper and my sisterís skin when changing her. I often pricked my own hand, but kept her safe. I still remember the silkiness of her baby skin, her delighted laugh, her blue eyes, that special smell that only clean babies have. It was a joy to take care of her, and she always seemed like a miracle to me. Now, itís hard to believe she is so much younger than I am and that those days when she was a baby and I was a little girl are so long ago.†