My Best Friend

Maybe I will not achieve the objective of this task, but I really think that my best fiend is my sister. Her name is Rosario, and she is 20 years old. I remember when she came home with my mom, she looked very lovely with her wavy hair and her small hands. 
However, I was very jealous, and at first I was unkind with her. I used to ran out or hide, because I didn´t like playing with her. Anyway, with time we were building a beautiful friendship. 
I think that she is my best friend because she is the only person who has been by my side in every important moment of my life. When I became a mother, I had postpartum depression, and she went to my house 
every day to visit me and my son. In that time, she was a teenager, and in a way I feel guilty for showing her this dark side of me. 
We have a lot of memories together, some of them are funny, some of them not very much. One of the memories that I like to remember, a silly one, is when she fell off a chair in my back yard, screaming to loudly. When I checked that she was fine, I have a laughing fit for several minutes. I still laughing sometimes when I remember that. 
I think she is a really good person, she cares for her loved ones. I hope the best for her. 

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