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CEFR READING PART PRACTICE – MULTIPLE CHOICE
Read the text and answer the questions 1-7. 
 
TASK 3 
Sisters
‘Dear Kathy! Chance made us sisters, hearts made us friends.’ This quote is at the center of a collage of photographs 
— covering our twenty-something years — that now hangs in my office. My sister, Susie, made it for me as a 
wedding present. It probably cost very little to make (she is a starving college student, after all), but it means more 
to me than any of the more ‘traditional’ wedding presents my husband and I received from family and friends last 
June. Whenever I look at the collage, it reminds me of my sister and what a true friend she is.
Susie and I weren’t always close friends. Far from it, in fact. We shared a room for nearly fifteen years when we 
were younger, and at the time I thought I couldn’t have asked for a worse roommate. She was always around! If we 
argued and I wanted to go to my room to be alone, she’d follow me right in. If I told her to go away, she’d say right 
back, ‘It’s my room, too! And I can be here if I want to.’ I’d consult my mother and she usually agreed with Susie. I 
suppose being three years younger has its benefits. 
When we were kids, she’d ‘borrow’ my dolls without asking. (And no toy was safe in her hands.) When we got 
older, Susie quit borrowing my toys and started borrowing my clothes. That was the final straw. I couldn’t take it 
anymore. I begged my parents to let me have a room of my own — preferably one with a lock on the door. The 
answer was always a resounding ‘no.’ ‘Please?!’ I’d beg. My parents would just shake their heads. They didn’t 
agree with each other on much, but for some reason they had a united front on this issue. 
To crown it all, she had this habit of doing everything I did. Choirs, rock bands, sports teams, dance studios: There 
was no place where I was safe. ‘She looks up to you,’ my mom would say. I didn’t care. I just wanted a piece of my 
life that didn’t involve my little sister. When I complained to my mother, she’d just smile and say, ‘One day you’ll 
want her around.’ Sure. 
It’s strange how mothers have this habit of being right about everything. When I was sixteen and my sister was 
thirteen, we went through a series of life-changing events together that would forever change our relationship. First, 
my parents announced that they were divorcing. My dad packed up and moved to an apartment in New Hampshire 
— more than a half hour drive away from our cozy house in Massachusetts. He bought me my first car and I often 
went with Susie to his place when we missed him a lot. During those trips we started discussing our troubles and 
making plans about how to reunite the family again. But a year later, our father met his future second wife and 
moved again; this time to Indiana. This meant we could only see him once or twice a year, as opposed to once every 
few weeks. That was hard. 
Yet those few months changed my relationship with my sister forever. We started having more heart-to-heart talks 
as opposed to silly fights. Over time, she became my most cherished friend. It’s not uncommon for us to have three-
hour-long telephone conversations about everything or about nothing—just laughing over memories from childhood 
or high school. 
She’s the only person who’s been through all of the tough stuff that I’ve been through, and the only person who 
truly understands me. Susie and I have shared so much. She’s been my roommate, my friend, and my partner in 
crime. We’ve done plays together, gone to amusement parks, sang, and taken long road trips together. We’ve 
laughed until our sides hurt, and wiped away each others’ tears. 
Even though distance separates us now, we’re closer than ever. Sisters share a special bond. They’ve seen all of 
your most embarrassing moments. They know your deepest, darkest secrets. Most importantly, they love you un-
conditionally. I’m lucky to be able to say that my little sister is my best friend. I only wish everyone could be so for-
tunate. 

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