They are the ones who know me.  I am the one who knows them.  Three daring siblings with daring personalities and curly hair like mine.  Three of a million in this world. Three always looking out for each other.  From the outside, people see a perfect rivalry, but our mother knows our perfect friendship.
     Our friendship is powerful.  We twine ourselves together.  We grow up to the sky, and push each other higher with our mighty strength and arguments.  This is how we care.
     If one shall fall or flutter, we all drop like bowling balls, with our arms around each other.  Up, up, up we pull each other.  We climb.
     When I am too daring or not enough to keep going, when I believe I am as high as I can go in a world so wide, then it is I who looks to them.  When there is nowhere left to go.  Three who can grow despite any problems.  Three who reached the sky and never forget to keep reaching higher.  Three whose only reason is to support.