Big Sister

My second little blog story. Hope you like it :D

'Heather, why is it cold?'

'Heather, where are the birds going?'

'Heather, do you like that?'

'Heather, what's...'

'Amy! Enough questions. Time for bed.'

'Heather, noooo!!!'

Ah. The joys of being the older sister. Responsibilty, leadership, being a role model... Yeah, right.

Heather picked up her four-year-old sister and carried her up the stairs. Amy nestled her head in Heather's hood, wiping her snot all over her new jacket.

'Amy, don't do that! I'll get you a tissue.' 

'And some water?'

'Yes, Amy.'

'And a story?'

'Yes, Amy.'

Heather tucked her sister into bed and kissed her on the cheek.

'And a biscuit, Heather!'

As she walked down the stairs, Heather mentally crossed out her scheduled hour of 'me-time'. Bye-bye bubble bath, hello Peter Pan.

'Alright Amy. Ten minutes.'

'Yaay!!' 

And so, for fifteen minutes, Heather and Amy were lost in a world of fairies, magic, evil witches and talking animals. Until Amy started coughing.

'You OK, Amy? Here, drink your water.' Heather said to her spluttering sister. 

Amy coughed the water back up again. Her face was turning red.

'Amy? Amy! C'mon Amy, talk...' 

Heather realised her sister was choking. She felt sick.

Alright, come on, I can't just stand here.

Heather dragged her sister out of bed and tipped her over so she was coughing towards the ground. The coughs were dying though. She could barely hear her breathing.

OK, not working. She turned Amy around and saw a piece of biscuit in Amy's airway. 

'Alright, Amy I see the problem. Keep breathing...' Heather removed the soggy biscuit from her sister's mouth. After about 20 seconds her breathing was more steady.

'Amy! Amy, are you alright?'

'Yes, Heather. Now, finish the story.'

I'm a big sister to both of my siblings, and although it can be reeeeally annoying, and I get about 40 seconds of peace a day, I love them loads and would do anything for them. :)