Elise's P.O.V.

I was practicing my ballroom dancing when I heard my four-year old sister in the hall.

She fell again.

"Claire!" I ran out to find her with one of our grandmother's vases on her head.

"Heyo," she greeted with a smile.

"Let's get this off your head before it breaks." I picked up the vase and placed it back on the pedestal Claire had knocked over when she tripped.

"Thanx."

"Anytime. Now, I want to show you a room you've never been to before."

"Which wa?"

'The closest one." I pulled her into the grand ballroom.

"Wowz!" I always thought it funny when Claire said things like that; adding an extra sound at the end of a word.

"Come on!" I began to dance with her. "Feel the sway!"

Claire laughed and I was happy for my little sister's joy. I wasn't very old at the time, but I remember when my parents would just not give her any love just because of how she was born. This is why I try to not use my powers around her.

"Whaz nex?"

"Wanna try dancing with books?"

"Okaye."

But in an attempt to dance with books on our heads for balance, Claire... well... she fell... and made a tad bit of a mess.

"It's okay. It's okay. You're still loved, Claire."

She nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Wanna try again?" Claire nodded and I helped her up before dancing with her again. I then decided to try something to lift her spirits: picking her up and swinging her around.

"Yaye!"

"Sister power!"

"Yah!"

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I am dying here...

Help me...

Claire and Elise are too much for me to handle right now.

Send backup.

Bye!