Emberly sat cross-legged on the fluffy rug, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of apprehension as she glanced at the crib where her baby sister would soon sleep. "When will Ellie be big enough to play with me?" she wondered aloud, her voice a mix of curiosity and impatience.

Emberly's mother gently placed the newborn, Ellie, into Emberly's arms. "Meet your little sister," she said, her voice filled with love and pride. Emberly looked down at Ellie's tiny face, her heart swelling with a protective instinct she had never felt before.

"Why does Ellie cry so much?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern. Her mother smiled gently, "Babies can't talk yet, so they cry to tell us what they need." Emberly nodded, her understanding of her new role growing with each passing day.