It is evening. I am waiting for a friend by the poolside. A little girl of about four walks by. She looks at me, and I wave. She smiles and waves back.
After a few minutes, she comes over and shows me her hands. She is wearing four colourful bangles on each wrist. She gently jiggles her arms and tells me, “My grandma bought these for me.”
I tell her that the bangles are lovely.
She talks about a few other things that her grandma has bought for her.
Then, I ask her, “Do you have brothers or sisters?”
She suddenly looks confused. She furrows her eyebrows, and tries mouthing the answer.
She starts replying and stops. She still hasn’t quite figured out what she wants to say.
After a few minutes she announces confidently, “I am the sister.”
She continues, “…… because I have a baby brother, I am the sister, and my baby brother is small and I love him.”
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I smile at her innocence and love. She was trying to tell me that she had no sisters, but was a sister herself!