Princess. The oldest of the three kids.
I’ve heard them tell stories about how she used to be afraid of dogs. Can you imagine?
But she’s not afraid of me, and that makes me happy. No matter what else I’ve done for the family, I’ve helped a very sweet girl overcome her fears.
She doesn’t get silly with me like the other two can. She treats me very well. With respect, I think I’d say.
She’s an incredible artist. She’s always drawing pictures of everything and everybody.
But I just realized something.
I don’t think she’s ever drawn a picture of me!
I might need to have a little talk with her this morning. I’m suddenly feeling a little hurt. Maybe she doesn’t love me as much as she says she does!