One of your favorite people in the whole world is your (aunty) Becky. She's my teenage sister and from the moment you met two weeks after birth, the two of you have had a very special relationship. When she first held you, the whole world held still. We were picking her up from the airport so she could meet you for the first time. She picked you up (I had you tucked inside my jacket sound asleep) and her whole face softened. You took a rough edged, concrete young teen and turned her into a big softy. She loves you SO much!
When you took to calling her Bad Becky at about a year old, she wore the name as a badge of honor. You didn't give anyone else a nickname, so it was special. Now you call her just plain Becky but still worship the ground she walks on. She asks you endless "why" questions just to get you to respond in your grownup, exasperated tone with, "Stop it Becky."
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