My little sister is much younger than I am. I am eleven years old, and she is just two. She is very pretty and playful. She has large, round eyes and a beautiful face. She has just learned to walk, and she likes to walk without support.

We have to fuss over her to make her eat. Somehow she never seems to feel hungry. She does not cry much, except when Mummy is giving her a bath. All my friends love to come and play with her. The most amusing thing about her are the things she tries to say. We cannot understand a lot of what she says. But we love to hear her talk.

I love my little sister very much.