I remember the first time that I saw my little sister Patricia. She was wearing blue clothes. My thought was, "! boy! Where is the girl that I'm waiting for?" I was eight years old. I was skinny, and my arms looked weak. Anyway, my mother trusted that I could hold the baby. Then, I took Patricia in my arms, and I knew how much I loved her. I believed that I could take care of her like my own child.
My mother had a full-time job. She couldn't stay at home the whole day to take care of her children. Then, we had a person who was in charge of housekeeping and taking care of us, too. I didn't want someone else totake care of my sister. I began to change my dolls for a real baby. I fed her; I gave her a bath; I changed her clothes. When she was crying, I held her. I loved her, and I still love her so much!
Patricia grew up, and I still treat her as my child. She is 14 years old. She is taller than I am. She is a beautiful girl. However, she will always be my little sister.