She was considered a “big little girl” jokingly by her sister’s friends and accepted as just another playmate.

They even made her try on her sister’s nightgown that used to be hers when she was younger.

They all got a good laugh but she almost cried since she had missed that nightgown so much.

She was still small for her age,

but not significantly smaller than the other girls and she certainly wasn’t the smallest.

She did, however,

still have her little girl cuteness,

which had yet to mature into a woman’s figure.

She often wanted to be the little sister.

To be even younger than her sister.

She wasn’t sure what to do.

But she had to do something.