Scene: mid-morning, post-snack, a pause in the bustle leading up to Thanksgiving dinner.

Mini is curled up on the sofa, underneath a blanket, watching a show on television and giggling to himself.  Smaller walks up and tries to climb up on the cushion beside him, still a little too small to make it on her own.  He grabs her arm and helps her pull up beside him.  She wiggles around to face the correct direction and flops into the curve of his body on the pillow.  He pulls the blanket up over her as well, two little bodies nestled together, puppies in a pile.  He leans over and kisses the top of her head, pats her on the shoulder, “Lub you sisteh.”

Exit mama, trying not to cry.


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