Thank goodness for telephones. They help me stay in touch with those I love.
I try to stay in touch so I can hear those precious voices.
My youngest sister was my "baby". She was born when I was 11 years old. I guess my maternal instincts were kicking in.
In large families the older children always help with the younger ones. I was more than willing to help with my sister. I took everywhere I could. She even went on several dates with me.
My sister loved being the baby. She was about 8 years old when she decided we could call her a LITTLE girl instead of a baby..
One time my date and I took her to the circus. She even won a prize. (When they went around selling chocolate bars the ones in their pockets had the numbers entitling you to a prize.) We left the circus early because my sister did not feel well. I thought maybe too much candy.
My parents checked her and took her straight to the hospital. Her appendix was ready to burst. An emergency appendectomy fixed her right up. When she came home from the hospital I helped nurse her back to health.
Now my baby sister is retired. She lives with her youngest son and his family. It is a good arrangement.
Recently my nephew got a new job. It pays a lot more. But it meant they had to move to North Carolina from Michigan.
My sister loves it there. She even has a balcony outside her bedroom. Her granddaughters love to play there.
So I can still talk to her on the phone. And she sends pictures of her new home. What a great invention phones are.
My Baby Sister is 10 years younger. I love her so much.
ReplyDeleteAmazing isn't it? One of my sisters was 4 years younger than me. She was almost 11 years old when our youngest brother was born. He became her baby.
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