What would you do for love? Would you search 22 years for a sister that you had never met but loved just the same? Would you travel a thousand miles to be with her if she phoned you, crying, because she wanted to see you one more time before she died?
Would you fight off the panic, the anxiety, the terrror that you feel just thinking about getting on a plane and flying to another country, and actually do it?
Would you give your sister, a part of you? A lung, liver, anything that she needed to see her next birthday?
Maybe, just maybe, this is why we found each other. Maybe, just maybe, I was born to do this.
All I know is, I have to try.
I love my sister too much not to.