My Sister

The pitter-patter of feet
Hitting the stone cold floor
Echoes through the house.

I immediately know whose feet they belong to.
Someone who is,
Innocent-looking,
Absolutely adorable,
And whose voice is always sweet.

Her hair, light brown,
Like polished wood.
Her eyebrows, unbelievable,
As if they’ve been painted.
Her eyes, bright blue,
Like the ocean.
Her cheeks, light pink,
Like a rose.
Her lips, thin but perfect,
Like a model’s.

She’s funny,
Like a comedian.
She never stops smiling,
Like a clown,
She’s athletic,
Like an athlete,
She’s dedicated,
Like me.

Her name:
Anastasia
It’s simple, yet elegant.
And she’s supposivley my cousin,
but she's my sister for sure.