To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. - Clara Ortega
We live outside the touch of time...wow, love that. Our sweet miracles will always have memories of each other that time can't touch. My Mama's heart will never forget.