My baby sister

Anaida, my nine-month-old baby sister, is really tiny. I didn’t like her too much when she was born. She would cry all the time, keep everybody awake and stick to mom. Anaida came in to our lives and soon I began to feel neglected.

Anaida is soft like a soft toy and her little pudgy fingers look for anything they can grasp. She kicks around with her feet and knows to wail loudly when she is wet. When she is done with her bottle she will throw it wherever she pleases and the best part is no one scolds Anaida. Everyone finds her cute; they find even her tantrums cute.

Anaida has a chubby face and dimpled cheeks. When she smiles at me it makes me want to carry her. She recognizes me well and cries when I leave for school. I think Anaida is slowly and surely casting her spell on me as well.