This is just for the competition I had added up another part urgently. When I get free time,I will update it to make it more meaningful to the the poem

My baby cry made her smile,
My delicate skin was patted by him.
My gaze made my sister delight.
The tiny cozy hut was my birthhome
But none took it as a curse.
'Smile dear' dad said,
'She is cute' mom claimed,
'My darling' sister called.
That was my circle of happiness.

Those days contain much memories of
Hide and seek,
ice and water,
hip hop and London statue.
The days where I was the princess,
The days I had everything.