Layla Young (little sister)
Touch: Soft fingers, heavy hand
Smell: Mom’s perfume, baby powder, strawberry
Taste: strawberry lip gloss
Sight: about 3 ft, comes up to my quads
Hear: Secrets are quiet, when I am far she’s loud
When I go back home there is one person I really, really want to see, her name is Layla. I walk into the door to see this chicken tender colored child slowly moving towards me. Her height being only about 3 ft, coming just up to about my hips almost knocked me down. I bend over because she has a secret; the sound of her voice comes out like a beautiful humming bird. She whispers in my ear, “I missed you and I love you big-Chris”. After the small secret is exposed she kisses me right on the lips. I taste the strawberries from her lips and I knew she’s been in mom’s lip gloss. I get up and try to run away and she then turns from a puny mouse to a fierce lion as she roars “big-Chris, come back”. I came back and bend over and she wraps her hands around my neck so tight it was as if she was a snake squeezing the life out of its prey. I then smell the lotion along with the lovely aroma of moms perfume on her body. As we finished hugging she runs away with a limp due to the weaker left leg. Because she is my sister I will never judge, the main reason I come home is to see the only girl that I can say I love.