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My sister has always wanted me to buy her a home on the beach. For some reason, ever since we were little, she has always wanted a home there. It does not matter the beach or the home, just that the home is on the beach. I was five when I made the promise to her that one day I would buy that home. I am almost thirty now, but I am in the process of buying my sister her dream home. I have secretly been looking out in California for the past two years. If I was going to buy her a home, I wanted to make sure it was everything she could possible imagine. About a month ago on a business trip out to the Golden State, I took a drive along the cost and looked for the right home. I have done this several times before, but I always left without finding the right one. Well, this time it was different. An hour or so into my search, I came across a pinkish home that sat perfectly off the coast with a gorgeous wrap around porch. A real estate agent happened to be putting some brochures about the vacation property out at the front of the driveway. I rolled down the window and asked if I could see the place. A couple minutes later I was standing in the living room. This was the one. I knew right then and there I was going to buy this home for my sister. It was just like those vacation rentals my parents took us to when we were kids. I immediately fell in love with everything about the house. I could not have built a better place for her. Everything was right even down to the seashell tile in the bathroom shower. I made an offer that afternoon. The real estate agent made a couple of calls and I was on my way to sign some paperwork. My sister still has no idea that I am buying this house for her. Next week, the two of us are flying out there so she can officially become the owner. I plan on taking her to the house and when we are standing in the kitchen, I am going to hand her the keys. She is going to be ecstatic.