She wants to be big,
to play with her big sisters.
Include me she cries.
It’s hard for Liv being the youngest and it’s difficult for me to watch her being excluded from her sisters’ lives. Oh, there is no doubt that they love her, and they are wonderful companions for her, but the older two share a world that she can’t access. She will always be on the other side of the door because a six and eight year gap is too much to jump. But, Lord, does she try. Her chubby legs move in a blur as she races after them. “Guys! Sissers! Wait for Olabia! Wait!”
I’m sorry precious girl, but they can’t. Your turn to be big will come. I’m just sorry we didn’t give you someone to share it with.