Little Sister Sleeping

Have you ever had a little sister? I’m not sure if little brothers are the same or not. They might be, but I can’t say.

My little sister has remained littler; small enough to tuck under my arm, fits well in compact spaces, easy to shield if needed.

As a child, she was a tornado of movement and mayhem.

In photos of us (of which there are many; my parents — dad especially — indulged in the hobby), I am almost always posed and trying my best to meet expectations; she is never still. Her face is contorted into a caricature or altogether…