My sister. She's like any other little twenty month old baby sister. She still doesn't know how to share, she still doesn't know how to get out of the way of things like cars, and balls going strait at her head. She has two sides to her: a little angel and a baby devil in one tiny body. I influence her. She watches every movement, and every motion I do. I run; she runs, I jump; she jump. I am explaining something to my parents; she has something to say too, but no one understands her.
Whenever I'm reading a book, eating an ice cream or a frappe, playing with a soccer ball or basketball, she wants it too. She wants what I have. Its like any other little baby sister does. But, when I'm reading a story, she grabs it from my hands and gives me an evil eye. She squints her eyes and looks at me like I was some evil person like herself.
Like last night, I was reading her a story about a dump truck that she loves to read, but out of nowhere she grabs the book out of my hand and looks at me with the "evil eye".
But, she also has an angel in her. She can be kind or loving at times.
One minute she was being a devil; then the next minute she is hugging me, loving me, giving me kisses on the cheeks, rubbing my back, and laughing.
She is still an ordinary little sister that I will love and care for at times when she is an angel and not a devil. But, when she's a devil I might not love her the way she is when she's a devil.
My little sister is any ordinary sister, and I love her.