Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A little sister

Back than in my younger days I always felt unlucky.

When I was little I always wanted a little sister.
I just wanted a girl to play with me when I was bored
and do fun stuff together. I thought we would rarely get in fights
and we would always get along. Every night I thought about having
that little sister and think about the things we could do together.

One of my old friends when I was younger has two little sisters.
I thought she was the luckiest person in the world. Than once my
mom got pregnant, I was so happy. I thought I was finally going to have
a little sister. Guess what, my mom came home with my little brother, a
stinky old brother.

Now that I'm older I think about me having a little sister. Now I think that's
not what I wanted and I would consider having a little sister as unlucky. I now
like having a little brother, even though he can be annoying, obnoxious, and
way more, he can still be the nicest person in the world.

Now I always feel lucky.

3 comments:

  1. Anna, I love your poem, keep up the good work.

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  2. Your poem is very sweet. If you ever want a sister, I will share mine with you!

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