Caring about my sister

Last night Elsa was downstairs messing around when she should have been getting into bed. When she finally got upstairs, I asked her what she had been doing. She replied that she had been reading a letter from school about an online reading club. I told her that that letter was not intended for her but was addressed to parents and carers so she had no place reading it. She answered that she cared about Anna so she was entitled to read it. Fair point – I couldn’t argue with that one.

“There is no better friend than a sister.”

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