There was a loud crash. A small UFO had crashed into my attic room. I was 7 years old at the time.

"Mommy! Mommy!" I yelled.

(This is me. I'm an outdoorsy kind of kid. I love adventures! Would you like to go on an adventure sometime?)

"What is it baby?!" Mommy yelled as she rushed into my bedroom.

I pointed to the small girl crawling out of the wreckage. She looked up at me, my Mommy and Daddy. She had a huge cut on her cheek that was oozing greenish yellow colored blood. I rushed over to to her.

(This is Patty. She's a indoor/outdoor kind of kid. She mainly stays inside. But she enjoys a great adventure weather it's an outdoor or indoor adventure, Patty is always up for some fun.)

When I touched her arms, she yanked it away from me. I pouted at the girl. I just wanted to help her. Not hurt or scare her.

I stared at the girl. Pale purple hair, white silk like skin and big, beautiful dark pink eyes.

It was then, I realized the girl had three eyes. I stared at her in awe. I couldn't believe it. A girl with three eyes!

"Wow! Three eyes! Neatest thing ever!" I squealed as I smiled at her.

"Really?" She asked in a small voice. I nodded and smiled gently. She smiled back at me.

"I like you," she said.

"I like you too. I'm Anna. What's your name? And how old are you? I'm 7," I said smiling.

"I'm 5. My name's Patricia. But you can call me Patty. I prefer it," she said.

"Okay. I can do that," I said smiling gently at my new friend.

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Two and a half years later...
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"We aren't giving her up!" I yelled at a FBI agent that came to take Patty.

"Oh yah? Why?" He asked.

"Patty's my sister! I love her!" I screamed so loud that everyone covered there ears, but that didn't help stop their ears from ringing. The agents stared at me in fear. I stepped towards them, growling.

"Okay! Okay!" One agent lady yelled.

"You can keep her! Just be careful!" Yelled another agent lady. The ladies ran towards the cars and got in.

The agents all left. I hated the idea of losing Patty. She really was my sister now. Mommy and Daddy had adopted her a year ago. I loved her like a real blood related sister.

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The next year at Easter...
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"In Christ alone my hope is found. He is my life, my strength, and my song," I sang to Patty as we walked to church on Easter Sunday. I was twelve years old at that time. Patty was ten years old.

"In Christ alone who took on flesh, fullness of God in helpless babe. This gift of love and righteousness, scorn buy the ones he came to save. Till on that cross as Jesus died, the wrath of God was satisfied. For every sin on him was laid. Here in the death of Christ, I lay," I sang.

"No fear in life. No guilt in death. This is the power of Christ in me. From life's first cried, to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny. And as he stands in victory sin's curse has lost its grip on me for I am his and he is mine but with the precious blood of Christ!" Patty sang.

"No power of hell! No scheme of man can ever pluck me from his hand! Till he returns or calls me home! Here in the power of Christ I stand!" We sang together.

We smiled as we ended our song and entered our church. Patty and I were in
our church's choir. We loved to sing. Patty and I walked up to the choir seats and stood waiting for church to begin.