(Disclaimer: This chapter contains violence against a child that some readers might find disturbing. I've tried not to be too descriptive in order to make it less upsetting.)
I smiled warmly at the tiny body in the makeshift crib. It was nothing more than a cardboard box, but it served it's purpose well.
I reached my hand out and held his tiny hand. I felt a warm feeling spreading through my chest.
Is this what love feels like?
I'm not sure. But it sure is a pleasant feeling.
My mother had given birth to a little boy. At first, I wasn't sure if I would be a good older sister. I've never had a younger sibling before.
What if I messed it up somehow?
But as I looked at that round face that smiled at me so innocently, I knew my worries were pointless.
I wanted to protect that happy smile more than anything.
I shook his tiny hand with my finger, "I'm your older sister, Leia. I'm so happy to meet you."
