My second mother

        My second mother is like my sister. She is a very lovable character. She is younger than me, but in thoughts she is much higher than me, she has a lot more knowledge than me.She always sits behind me and advises me. I always help her closely when I do my homework.
         I love my sister too. I also help her learn a lot so I think it would be great if we had siblings.When there are people like that, we often feel that we are not alone.
You probably have brothers and sisters too. So stay with them as happily as possible.

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