Gaby & Isabelle
This book is dedicated to my trouble maker of a little sister, Isabelle, and all of our funfilled days to come.
My name is Gaby and I am six years old. I love to wear my pretty dresses, make drawings, and play with my toys.
I can’t wait to get my first day of summer started! I’m going to to draw, play dress up, and-
Ugh HEY!
Go Away!
THIS is my little sister, Isabelle. But don’t let her small and cute looks deceive you. She is a walking ball of trouble.
She is four years old, and doesn’t like ANY of the same things as me. She plays soccer, loves sharks, and is SUPER LOUD! How absurd!
In fact, I bet she thinks playing with dolls and dressing up is weird, and she probably can’t stand the idea of drawing. And those are all my favorite things!
HMPH... Well who cares, I like it better that way! Who needs a little sister anyway.
I have my dolls, stuffed animals, and all sorts of toys. I can still have fun without her, right?
But sometimes, I get lonely playing all by myself.
She always seems to have so much fun all by herself. I wonder what it would be like to play with her. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to ask her to come inside. The two of us rushed back to our room and sat on the floor.
“Hey Isabelle, do you want to come and use my dolls with me?”
“Here’s one doll for me, and one for you.” No No No, she’s holding it ALL wrong.
“That’s not right Isabelle, give it back to me.” I yanked that doll away from her, but she didn’t let go. “Hey! Give it back!” I yanked it again, and my doll’s arm popped right off!
“Look what you did Isabelle. You ruined everything!” I shouted at her. “You are the worst sister EVER!” Isabelle ran out of the room. So, it was finally time for me to get back to playing without my little trouble maker of a sister.
But then, I heard a soft sound outside of the door. It was crying. I walked up to the doorframe and saw tears streaming down Isabelle’s face.
What have I done?
I’m supposed to be the big sister, and look out for Isabelle. Maybe I was too hard on her, and too mean, and too stubborn. I don’t want to make my sister cry, and feel lonely, or make her frown. I want to make her smile. “I’m sorry, Isabelle, I shouldn’t have said those mean things. I promise to do my best to be kind and patient from now on.”
“Here, let me show you how to play with dolls nicely.”
I never knew playing dolls together would be better. Maybe, we should do something Isabelle likes too! “Let’s make a list of the things we like, and we will do them all with each other,” I said. Isabelle agrees! With my little sister now by my side, I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and got to writing.
Build Blocks:
CHECK!
Play Dress Up:
CHECK!
Create a stuffed animal talk show:
CHECK!
Investigate the local bugs:
CHECK!
Draw Crayon Masterpieces:
CHECK!
As the sun started setting, we FINISHED our list, and our day of fun came to an end. Time to go to bed. If I didn’t try to be a big sister, I would’ve never known that this walking ball of trouble could be one of my favorite playmates. I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow, and do it all over again.
“Goodnight Isabelle.”
Maybe my little sister isn’t so bad after all.
Maybe...