My Sister Was Born

When my sister was born it was one of the happiest times of my life and still is!

 I was 3 and ¾ years old. I remember when I held her; she was very heavy because I was only four. I have memories when I fed her and pushed her around in my buggy I used to have. When we first went home to show my gran and grandad their new granddaughter, Toby the dog raced to the door to see the new visitor. We put Luisa down on the settee and Toby licked her feet. She only lived in England for a year so she does have any memories of England. She has now got used to France and can speak fluent French.