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Denise and I, half-listening from the back seat, were finding it hard to accept that we had worn ourselves out. Our eyelids were weighing towards our cheeks, our minds beginning to wander as we leaned slowly towards the other on mom’s side in the back seat. Our shoulders touched. We were fighting hard, resisting the urge to sleep, but slowly nodding off.
“Do you know what, David?” my sister half-whispered toward my neck, “You were right. You’re not always right. You’re actually wrong sometimes.”
“I know,” I said, resisting the tugging at the lids of my eyes, “but I’m your big brother, so I need to be right. It’s important for me to believe that I’m right. It makes me feel like you can always believe in me, that you can trust me.”
She said, “I know, and it’s okay. I can tell the difference, and it doesn’t matter.” She yawned, “You’re my big brother, and I trust you. I always will.”
“Thanks, sis. And you’re my little sister. I’ll always protect you.”
“I know you will,” she paused, “and I’ll protect you back.”
“Thanks, sis. I love you.”
I fell asleep, but I’m sure she said, “I love you too.”
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