The way she hangs on everything I say,
As if every word that I speak is a revelation to her.
And the way she needs me to hold her hand when she is scared,
As if I can protect her from any danger, lurking in the shadows.
The little tear she sheds when she's tired,
Even when she tells me she's not.
And the smile she radiates when shes exited,
Even though she tries to be calm.
I just hope that she knows,
I hope she understands how precious she is.
How even when she doesn't think that she is enough,
That she will always be enough.
I hope that she remembers that smile,
That beamed on her face as a little four year old.
That smile that reached into my heart,
And stole it the day she was born.
And I hope that no matter what,
She will always be, My Little Sister.