20 January 2013
When you first came, A hindrance, Now that you've grown, An annoyance.
You were always seen, As cute, While they wished I, Was mute.
You get to sit, Do nothing, I have to run, Always busy.
You made me, Angry, I shouted and screamed, Loudly.
Though if I saw a tear, Hugged you, If someone was mean, Fought too.
I would stand as anyone should! You made me boil, knew you could! But always a smile and a laugh together, whenever we weren't both at the end of our tether. A little sister spoiled as can be, Though some of that problem was caused by me!
Little Sister • Opuss № I