On March 14, 2015 my sister got married. I'm going to miss her at home. We had a great reception consisting of good food, good music, good laughs, and good cries. For the first time I got to wear makeup. We had so much food that we had to take so to the homeless shelter, we had so much good music that we dance so that our whole body would ache tomorrow, we laughed so much that our stomach ached and our voice was scarce, and we cried so much that our eyes were swollen and couldn't cry anymore. This was my first time being in a wedding. Should I get married? Naw, lets have a few years of lovely freedom then we can give our hand over. The time that I spent with my older sister was most cherished and most loved.