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Ch.2/4 weeks/one month

Okay, so that little brat is a month old now. For some reason or another mama thinks that the best thing in the world. Like the brat on Miss America or something. To tell you the truth I think it's stupid. Like just the other day Mama Was holding her and she picked her head up for like two seconds. Stupid, I know. Mama was holding and clapping and everything. I honestly don't get it.

I've yet to hold her. I do look at her from the crib a lot, though. Her crib is a dark brown wood and has a pink sheet in it.

She still doesn't have a lot of hair but a little brown peach fuzz on the top of her head. She also cries all the time. When she cries she sounds like a Billy-goat. I even started calling her Billy. Oh, when she feeds she snorts like a pig.

When me or Mama are around she makes these stupid sounds. Mama says they're gurgles. I call them annoying.

I was playing with her bright pink rattle right in front of her face and she made the girlish sequel I've ever heard. She then grabbed for the rattle but couldn't even hold it. She pretty useless.

The other day Iput my hand in her crib and wiggled my finger by hers and she grasped it. She really did. I was so excited I began yelling for my Mama. Mama had walked in looking worried. "What is it, Merle?" She asked. I told her come over here and look for herself. She walked over to the crib and smiled. She put her arm around my shoulder. A piece of her curly brown hair fell from her cheesy mom-bun. "That means she loves you." She smiles. Apparently her smile is contagious because before I know it my own lips curled into a smile. I look toward the crib again and look at the sleeping Billy. "Think so?" I ask. Mama nods her head.

That night I was lying in bed thinking about how big a brat my sister is. I was in that states were your sleeping but at the same time awake. I get woken up by an obnoxious crying. I hear Pa yelling and Mama going into the brat's bedroom. I hear her shushing Billy. Then I hear the noise of footsteps and crying get closer to my room. I sigh and sit up when Mama walks in. She gives me an apologetic smile and I ask," What ya' want? I got school to tomorrow." She gives me a nervous chuckle. "Can you hold her while?" She asks sweetly. I give her a coked eyebrow. "Got to go and get diapers…" I almost start to laugh. Poor thing has to go to the store at 3:00 in the morning. I nod my head and she gives me the brat.

I look down at the kid and see she's not crying anymore. She's just sitting there whimpering and doing the whole puppy dog face. I roll my eyes and set her on my bed.

I really have no idea what to so. Then Darleen begins to start crying again. I'm even more at lost. I get real close to the brat where we are face to face. I look at her and say, ''Hey brat nobody kicked your puppy so Shut-up." She begins to quiet down a tiny bit. "Good now if you don't stop being so bratty I'll shut you up next time." She grins a gummy grin. I chuckle; she must've understood what I said.

About an hour later Mama comes home and she walks in my room. She walks in as soon as I got her to sleep. She gets directly behind me and says "It surprises e how good you are with her." I smile and give her a fake offended face," Why so. "Mama laughed, "You remind me a lot of your Pa." I frown. Pa's horrible with kids. "Well thanks." I say sarcastically. Mama gives me the 'you know what I mean' stair.

I fall asleep as soon as Billy and Mama are out of my room. That night I dream of Darleen and when she's older. It kind of scary. Yeah, I've decided; NO boys.

A.N: Hope you liked it. Uh if my "I'm a chick" readers are reading this I updated but deleted a chapter and pay no mind to the warning I changed that as I was writing. ^^