My little protege

I waited twelve years for a little sister.  And then I got one, my little darling, the only other sibling born with dark hair like me.

I was the first Big Sibling to hold her.  I potty trained her, and now I'm helping to teach her to read. I used to take her out to the barn with me in the morning and cuddle her as she approached  fascinating, but terrifying animals.  She would help me toss the hay: me carrying two flakes, she one baby-sized fistful.

She plays my little harp on which I first learned to play nine years ago.

I read her stories, do her hair, paint her face, push her on the swing.  My next project will be teaching her to pump.