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“Hey Becky?”
Becky Botstford looked up from her book to see her brother standing next to the couch and watching her. “Yeah TJ?”
“I’m really glad you’re my sister,” TJ said.
Becky smiled, but she felt a little confused. “Can you clarify why you’re saying that?” she asked. “Did something happen?”
TJ shrugged. “I was just thinking, you’re adopted. You didn’t have to be my sister. You could have been someone else’s sister. But you’re my sister instead. And I’m glad.”
Becky’s smile grew as she set down her book to hug her brother. “I’m fortunate you’re my brother too.”