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My sister was in a car accident yesterday. She got hit pretty hard, her head hit the window and the whole window shattered. Her SUV got badly damaged. She called me from the hospital. I got so scared - I started shaking uncontrollably. She claimed to be ok, but I had to see her to believe her. I hate to fall apart at work, but the tears won't stop - my baby sister was hurt.

We live close enough to see each other several times a month and we talk a couple of times a week. But I never tell her that I love her or any such sappy stuff - she would probably think I am drunk or something. But when something like this happens - that's when it all comes rushing to you. It felt like part of me got hurt - I wanted to rush to her - I wanted to give her a hug and make all the hurts go away.

Anyways, she is going to be ok and just has to live through few days of aches and pains. But Anju, if you are reading this - I love you and I can't thank the heavens enough that you are ok - just drive carefully - will ya?

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Shelly said…
I'm glad she's ok. My baby sister means so much to me, and she knows how much I love her...and now your sister knows how much you love her too. What the heck, next time you see her give her a big hug...you don't need to be drunk ;D
February 17, 2008 at 6:09 PM
pink dogwood said…
thanks Shelly - I will do just that :)
February 17, 2008 at 7:18 PM
subcontinental.giant said…
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February 17, 2008 at 10:36 PM
Preeti Shenoy said…
:(
Glad she is going to be fine.
February 19, 2008 at 9:24 AM
ag said…
Love you didi. I have the best sister ever.
February 21, 2008 at 3:39 PM
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