“For you where never my blood sister so no more shall I call you little sister”

“Why wouldn't you talk to us Little Sister? "I tried," Little Sister says. "I did. But my voice was lost in sadness.”

“Little sister!" Apollo called. If his teeth were any whiter he could've blinded us without the sun car. "What's up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!"Artemis sighed. "I'm fine, Apollo. And I am not your little sister.""Hey, I was born first.""We're twins! How many millennia do we have to argue—”

“I'll swap you my dad," I said."Oh-oh," said my little sister.”

“A ministering angel shall my sister be.”

“Grandmother pointed out my brother Perry, my sister Sarah, and my sister Eliza, who stood in the group. I had never seen my brother nor my sisters before; and, though I had sometimes heard of them, and felt a curious interest in them, I really did not understand what they were to me, or I to them. We were brothers and sisters, but what of that? Why should they be attached to me, or I to them? Brothers and sisters were by blood; but slavery had made us strangers. I heard the words brother and sisters, and knew they must mean something; but slavery had robbed these terms of their true meaning.”