Six-year-old Prince Brendig of Sairland squirmed next to his father. Papa had given him a new boat--a model of the king’s own flagship--and he didn’t want to be here for this stupid ceremony when he could be out sailing his boat on the pond. But all the dignitaries of Sairland were here to welcome his new little sister, Macca, and he was expected to be a good boy and stand here on the dais next to Papa for hours and hours.
Oh, of course, his baby sister was cute. Her eyes, when they were open, were blue, and she was completely bald but for a tiny bit of pale red-gold fuzz. Mama said he had been bald when he was born, too, but now he had a thick head of bright red hair like his Papa, and freckles like him, too. The baby didn’t have freckles, but Mama said she might later.
As far as Brendig could tell, Macca didn’t do much. She gurgled, and cried, and seemed to pee a great deal. But when he would place his finger in her little hand, she would grab it and hold on for dear life, which made him giggle; she was very strong for such a tiny baby, he thought. Maybe she’d be fun when she was older.
Causes MeiLin Miranda Supports
Electronic Freedom Foundation, Doctors Without Borders, Oxfam, Habitat for Humanity, American Civil Liberties Union