My Sister and Me

When I was a child, I used to play with my younger sister. We were very close. She followed me wherever I went. I called her my "little tail."

We used to play in our backyard. There was a big tree in the yard. My father built a tree-house for us. In summer we would spend hours in the tree house, listening to the singing of the birds and overlooking the kids from our neighbors playing on the street. One day, my sister wanted to get down to get water, but she fell from the lather. She started crying. I jumped from the tree-house to help my sister. I hurt my ankle so bad that I couldn't stand up from the ground. My sister saw all this, She stopped crying at once and came running to help me. She was worried and kept saying, 'You silly sister, I was just pretending!'

I didn't get angry at her. I was happy that she didn't get really hurt.

That evening, my mother noticed me walking with difficulty. She asked me why. As my sister was about to tell her what had happened. I stopped her. I just told my mother that I fell while walking. I didn't want my mother to scold my sister for her mischievous joke.

This has since become our secret. We love each other very much.