My name is Firas. I love to tell all people. My mother gave birth to a sister for me, small, small, small. My father asked me as he hugged me: What shall we name her? We must give her a name. Shall we name her Nora?
Monitoring My Little Sister: I answered my father with approval, and I was happy. My father laughed, and my mother said: Firas’s little sister, her name is Nora the beautiful, and this is Firas your big brother, the clever prince. I used to monitor my sister Nora a lot. I found that when she was hungry, she would cry and scream with a loud and audible voice. Nora would defeat me when my mother left me alone with her.
Caring for the Little One: My mother would wait until she nursed her, and I would start singing to her and making her listen. I would help my mother and play with her. When Nora’s smell filled every place, I and my mother would hurry to the bathroom, fill the basin. I would place the towel on my hand and bring it so Nora could bathe and enjoy the water and the cleanliness of her tender, small skin.
Little Nora Crawling: Nora loved the store trip. I and my mother would carry her everywhere in her small cart. Whatever little Nora held, she would taste it and chew it. Oh my God, little Nora. She didn’t know walking yet, so she still loved crawling and creeping.
Little Nora Playing: The cupboard and library inside the house were Nora’s favorite games. I was always carrying her and distancing her from them. Indeed, little Nora was very mischievous. Sometimes she would keep crying and crying because she was very small and didn’t know how to speak. So I would take her with me every trip and always play with her in the courtyard of the house. When evening came, I would bring dinner with my mother.
The Family Every Evening: Every evening, we all sit around the table gathered together, and we keep laughing at little Nora’s behaviors while we are happy and delighted. When sleep time comes, my father carries me, stands up, and my mother hugs me to her chest. My little sister Nora hugs me and kisses me. My father sits beside me on the bed and tells me the story of the princess and the prince.
Firas and Nora: I am very, very happy with my little sister Nora, and so are my father and mother. She’s not just a little sister my mother gave birth to for us, but she has become the laughter of the house with her innocence, purity, and beauty. Nora grows every day, learns, and produces new movements that provoke laughter and admiration. I love my little sister Nora very much.