You're five, small for your age, and your older sister says you read too much. They're small books with big words, meant for kids your age, and even though you've read it a dozen times, you still devour every word on the page. Daddy says you can help him read some of his papers when you're old enough if you're a good reader by then and all you want to do is understand some of the things he reads at his desk. Mommy too, but she's always busy with your sister.
Still, you always close the book when she says you're reading too much because she's your big sister. She'd know, wouldn't she? So you put it away and scamper after her, but she's already plopped in front of the tv, watching something you both know Mommy and Daddy wouldn't like. One glance at your sister tells you she doesn't care and you don't want to tattle on her. She always yells when you tattle. So without a word, you climb up onto the couch next to her and she, also without a word, lifts her arm up and you move closer, not quite laying down but certainly very close. This is what you love and you hope it never changes.