I am the brother of her
And she is my sister.
She is too little for us
To talk to each other.
And she is my sister.
She is too little for us
To talk to each other.
So every morning I show her
My truck and my book;
But every morning she still is
Too little to look.
My truck and my book;
But every morning she still is
Too little to look.
-Dorothy Aldis
Camden is the best brother. He has always looked after and protected Ciera since she was a baby. He would give her stuffed animals if she was sad, dance and act silly to make her laugh, cover her with blankets if he thought she was cold, and also tell people with vehemence, "Don't do that to my little sister," if he thought anyone was making her cry. Even when she couldn't talk or play with him, he would show her toys and how to play with them or try to teach her words to say. Now they love to play hide-and-seek, "chase," follow the leader, and cars together. Ciera wants to do whatever her big brother is doing and often asks, "Camden?" if she doesn't know where he is.



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