When I was 4 years old, my mother told me that she was going to have a baby, then I have a sister. At first, I hate my sister, because my mother cares about her all the time, I feel I am ignored. But now, my sister plays with me, I am not lonely any more. She helps me a lot, I love my little sister.
When I was 4 years old, my mother told me that she was going to have a baby, then I have a sister. At first, I hate my sister, because my mother cares about her all the time, I feel I am ignored. But now, my sister plays with me, I am not lonely any more. She helps me a lot, I love my little sister.