The wind ruffled the ‘springs’ on her head. A dear babe with a cap of jet black curls and sparkling eyes she was. Each morning as I got ready to go to school she’d follow me, hating to leave my side. Then one day she joined me on that long journey to school. The shy I found a saviour in her. Roles reversed she’d take on the bullies troubling me, her dear Di.
An intelligent brain in a mischievous body, the darling of the house is now 50. A successful career woman she still is Di’s adorable,sweet little Sis.
A 100 word drabble written on the prompt “My Little Sister” at Write Tribe
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