My sister tells me what to do.
She tells me to get whatever she wants.
Three weeks ago,
she told me to do the dishes.
There were a lot of bubbles
and the sink got all wet.
By Samantha, 1st grade
[photo by Kaija via flickr]
My sister tells me what to do.
She tells me to get whatever she wants.
Three weeks ago,
she told me to do the dishes.
There were a lot of bubbles
and the sink got all wet.
By Samantha, 1st grade
[photo by Kaija via flickr]
I remember one sunny Friday I went to the
hospital with my parents to see my newborn
sister. There was a lady holding my little sister,
and she asked me, “Would you like to hold your
little sister?” I said, “Okay.” While I was
holding my little sister, my mom said, “Why
don’t we take a picture?” The lady took the
picture for us. When I was holding my little
sister, I felt happy that I was a big brother. She
felt really small, and it felt like I could squeeze
her, but I wouldn’t do that. I felt cool about
being a big brother, and one day I can tell my
sister what happened when she was small and I
held her.
[photo by Stefanie via flickr]