My sister at home, the last born. She has been the warrior of the arts. We call her the Gregarious Imp. It feels as if she was sent or possessed by an evil spirit. She scatters the room. She can play with anything she may lay her hand on.
Sometimes she's still in the garden, destroying things, soaked with water, filled with dirt, everything around her. My mother is always angry at her, even though we all love her so much. She appears like a very curious girl, but at the same time, her curiosity is very alarming, the level at which she is curious. Because her curiousness can result to problems and distractions.
We love her so much for her energy, but her energy is digging for her problems here at home.
