Click-clack! The familiar footsteps approach, and here she comes. I scrunch my eyes shut in eagerness for her to inaugurate my day. I listen intently to the footsteps as they climb the stairs, come to a halt outside my door, and rub the flip-flops against my doormat. She counts to three audibly enough and then flings open the door.
All of which gives me enough time to put on my sleeping act and slip under the duvet. I know I do this on purpose, but when else do I get to enjoy all her cuddles, hugs, and kisses alone. As for the rest of the day, she is busy with Tia – my little sister.
Tia is a super cute little toddler with a thick stack of ringlets on her head and bright hazel eyes. Dad says one can't help falling in love with her, and I can't agree more, but sometimes...just sometimes, when I see Mom and Dad doing all the crazy stuff for her that they used to do for me once, I get jealous. But all such thoughts sail away when Tia, of all people, chooses to shower most of her love, cuddles, smiles, and kisses on me.
