She gets excited when she notices I am wearing a new dress. She rubs her thumb with the index finger when she is bored. She is scared of the cat, yet she makes sure her mom has not forgotten to keep food on a plate, near the back door. She loves making knots with small ropes. She collects colourful paper bits, post-it notes and stickers. Rumbled bed sheets will be straightened out by her, immediately. Crowds of people distress her.
For 24 years, she has not spoken a word. She is my little sister (cousin).
Sans words, she teaches us life.
(This is written for Write Tribe’s 100 words on Saturday prompt – My little sister. Since I am planning to do more prompts this year, let me start with my favourite Write Tribe)