My brother and sister were much older. They were planned. I was not planned for. I was called the mistake, amongst other things.

I used to have two brown-coloured cats, who were brother and sister, called Bonzo and Bonzetta.

I had an older brother who passed away recently, an older sister and a younger brother.

Do you forget that I am your sister?”
“No; I’ve never been granted the opportunity to forget it.

Until blacks and whites see each other as brother and sister, we will not have parity. It's very clear.

The thing you never want your sister to be," my brother informed me, "is an unidentified woman on the news. Bad things happen to unidentified women.