So…this is the Goodreads post I wrote for my little sister.

 

Once upon a time, my mother realized she wasn’t happy with me.  And so Nikki arrived.  Nikki didn’t say much at first.  She screamed a lot and wore large, bulbous pants held together with pins.  Many years passed before she finally decided to speak to me.  Much of what she said was incomprehensible garble.  Then Nikki turned three and everything changed.  She finally learned my language and started adapting to my ways.  Simple things at first like walking, eating on her own, and using the bathroom were only the first things I noticed.  Soon she made the effort to learn the written word of my people.  And then, Nikki left and journeyed afar to a great desert of sand and heat, “but don’t worry, it’s a dry heat,” our mother reassured me.  Nikki grew fast during those years, but something was horribly lacking.  The distance drove us apart.  Then it happened, one dry, hot day Nikki and I learned of way to speak to each other via modern mystical ways.  It was in this manner that we reached each other and connected over stories of a distant land.  Soon we were exchanging tales of unusually gifted, spiky-haired boys speaking in foreign tongues.  We exchanged stories of demon possessed ninjas, black butlers, the Monkey King, and secret notes that bring death!  Through these stories, our relationship blossomed and the distance that had formed over many years vanished all for the love of the spiky haired foreign boys.

 

Or…Nikki is my sister who moved to Arizona when she was four.  We grew apart until we connected over anime.

 

Which version do you prefer?