Big Brother Poem From Little Sister Novels & Stories

“ sister have you come to support me because if that’s not what you ate here for , you can as well know that you aren’t welcomed here and you can leave “ My sweet little Caroline , my baby sister , the one I love most in the whole wide world , why can’t you just be happy to see me huh . So are you trying to say that there wasn’t a moment that you missed me , you didn’t care , you aren’t going to tell me that you let mom work her witch on you. Come on sister , I know that you have got more than that, and you are really a fool if you think that I am going to bow to you,in fact I have come to take what rightfully belongs to me .

My sisters sweet southern voice enters my ears. “Sure, but I locked the door and I’m not getting out of the bathtub.” I state firmly wincing at how rude I sounded. “Little sister we’re witches .. picking a lock is like childs play.” She says as she enters the bathroom rolling her eyes. I giggle at her statement feeling the bubbles of the champagne slightly easing my nerves, “you have so much to teach me big sis,” I say jokingly. We both laugh until she notices the champagne bottle and her eyes grow cold with fury.

I am truly, sorry. Love Sienna, your big sister*

I added, "Jenny's home has many little brothers and sisters. Just like in the future, you'll have a little brother or sister, so you'll never be apart!" "Will we never be apart?" She looked lost in thought. "Yes, because you're their big sister!" Her large eyes blinked as she listened intently as if she was still thinking.

"I've said it before, you're like a little sister to me, how can I let my little sister come to a place like this? Come with me now!" Jenny: "Heh, would you sleep with your little sister?" Frank: !!! He stumbled, almost falling. When he looked up, he met Jenny's somewhat distant gaze. She reached out, breaking free from Frank's grip. "Frank, if you don't like me, that's fine, but don't treat me like a fool. I've said it before, I don't want to be your little sister, so stop saying things like that to me in the future." She took a deep breath and said slowly, "What kind of little sister am I to you?"

This big bad guy over here surely has a soft part to him. "I'm kind of glad I have a brother, a big brother. I wonder who is older," I teased. He scoffed, eyeing my tiny frame mockingly. "Is it not glaring, like clearly obvious?" He asked. "Of course it's me," he replied "What! Don't judge with size. I'm your big sister." I yelled. "More like little sister," he scoffed. I couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't laugh. "Why are you not laughing?" I asked, pouting my lips.

“Do not worry Mama. I will be lighting the way for you. Good by Mama. ya lyublyu tebya” Now it was off to confront my sister!

"You’re so sweet. But you look prettier than sister you know?" "Really?" "Uhuh. You will definitely become more beautiful than me when you grow up too!" "Wow! Will I really become prettier if I grow up? The brother before also said I’ll look better if I grow up too!" Alis7 just nodded and pinched her cheeks. "You will definitely be, I promise." The little girl’s eyes sparkled innocently as an innocent and childish smile grew on her face. Then her expression changed as she remembered something. "Ah! I almost forgot. Sister, here you go." The little child reached out her arm and placed a crumpled paper on Alisha's palm.

“ I should really stop sister “ . . . . . Stomping her feet, lia was now holding a paper and pen. scribbling on it as she has this hobby of drawing things if she is mad. Not changing her clothes, there is still frost on it which accidentally land on the paper she had. “ Ah! I hate this! “ With sour look on her face, she can’t help but think that she is a loser. Her little brother is good in academics. She is good on it too but one can see how he is better than her. Although he is younger, she never once thought that she acter like a good big sister. She wants lian to rely on her so she did what she can for him to see how great she was. But all of that turns into failure. “ I am not as good a

“I was his mother?” “Yes,” El answers. Thank God she did because I have no idea what else to say. “So Bri is your big sister.” “Okay,” they chorus. It’s almost creepy how they say it in unison without any planning. To Brianna, they smile. Their eyes light up. “Big sister.” “Small sisters,” she replies in almost a whisper. Bren yawns. Her twin does the same and hops off her mother’s lap. They hug us. Bren flicks a finger over Brianna’s nose. Wyn does the same mostly because her sister did it and El shares a look with me.