I put makeup on my little sister. I laugh as she squints her eyes too much and mascara goes everywhere. Thin black streaks run along her eyelid and below it; she goes to rub and I have to hold her hands from creating a bigger mess.
The sky turns black and we run inside for cover. She starts to worry as the rain erupts from the clouds and cringes when she hears the thunder. I tell her there's nothing to worry about, and took her hand to lead her out on the porch. Lightning cracked down so close, and I scared her even more.
I laid her down in bed; past bedtime. She was tired and I didn't think she'd remember but she asked me to sing her the song I made up when she was just a baby. I swept the hair across her forehead as I began the tune. She grabbed my hand and drifted off to sleep.
She doesn't need me like she used to, but I'll always be there, just in case.