My mother likes to recount this story alot.
When my younger sister and I were just toddlers, my mom took us to a playground. She was watching my sister play in the sandbox when all of a sudden, another little boy walked over and snatched my sister’s sand bucket from her. Before my mom could even get to her feet, I had already marched over to the little boy to talk to him myself. A minute later and I was proudly carrying the bucket back to my sister. Who went on playing as if nothing had interrupted the construction of her castle.
My little sister can be a bit of a pacifist and a pest, but she’s also my best friend.
– Cynthia, Ithaca