The age difference between them is three and a half years, Im not sure. You may prove me wrong, but I–being the younger to two of my cousins– believe that younger ones are more sensitive.

My two nieces and I were standing on the stairs, and they were naming different colours. I grabbed the little one and gave her a peck on her fluffy cheek. I don’t think that Mishty liked my gesture. So she said, “She doesn’t know ABCD and she also cannot say a poem. And.. and she is not good in dancing.” She was seven years old. I felt bad for her, saying such things unnecessarily and looked at the younger one, because honestly, I loved her more. Barbie knew very little. I smiled at her as I feared how bad she must be feeling.

How beautifully she smiled back and quickly stuttered, “My didi (elder sister) ..dances good.., knows poem ABCD.,” I could see in her eyes, what she was trying to tell me. No matter what she did not know, she felt safe as long as her sister had all the little talent.
My heart was filled. I had no words to appreciate her. In spite of her sibling resenting her, she looked up at her elder sister. With hope. I felt so proud that I only knew her.

I felt the trust in her small eyes, the innocent smile on her face, she was beyond cute and wonderful person. I never was or ain’t am half the person she is at such a tender age.
My kiddo niece with heart of a gem!