We didn’t want a sister. We wanted a puppy. But we got sent to Auntie Enid’s anyway. And when we come home Alice was there. Red-faced and wrinkled, and in the crib beside Ma’s big old chair.
Tell the truth we wasn’t too much impressed, but she improved a bit, and by the time she was three we almost forgave her for not having a tail.
She started school today. Tagging along behind us kinda quiet and shy.
When one of the big girls pulled her braids, we stepped in. Hard.
Alice may not be much, but she’s ours…