Gladys

I couldn't sleep, I truly couldn't. Tomorow was going to be the first day of school after Christmas vacation, and I really didn't want to start; I didn't want the last day of sweet vacation to go by so fast, so I just layed there on my bed and looking at the roof thinking about anything really, until I heard a cry coming from the room that was partly connected to mine in a way. It was Gladys, my little sister. She does't cry anymore at nights, so I thought for a momment what might of been going on. I sat up on my bed in a way that my bare feet touched the cold-tiled floor. I waited there for a momment to see if the weeping would stop, but it didn't. I finally stood up and headed to peek though the arch that sepporated our rooms. It was to dark for me to see, so I walked towards her bed, so it would be more clear what was going on. "Gladys, whats going on?" I asked in a sweet, soft tone.
"Ma... ma..., Mama left me alone. I don't want to be alone." she weeped in a low voice. I sat on the border of the bed. Afraid that she would slap me and say "don't touch me!", I slowly moved my arm to her and carefuly pased my cold fingers through her beautiful, soft curls.
"Want me to stay here with you?" I asked.
"Yes!" and she puled me to lay down next to her small, pettit body. I hugged her and her tears fadded. She hugged me back and I smiled. I sang her a lullaby and she sang along. I looked at her, and I knoticed, she's not a little baby any more; she's growing up." My baby sister is growing up." I told myself. One day she won't even care about me, or maybe care about me more, but whatever happens, she will always be the best sister someone could ever have.