Sometimes it is hard being the littlest one. You get left inside because your mother is worried about your knees on the rocky patio, but really who should be worried about those knees? No one. Still, there is something that makes being small not so bad and that is your sister's tent. You love it in there, and even though she complains sometimes, I'm pretty sure she loves it too; especially when you sit on her, there's a lot of love in that.
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