My mom and dad work, and I babysit but don't get paid. I have a brother named José and a sister, Eliza, who is in third grade at Linder.

All day they run around the house. I can't watch TV because they make too much noise. Sometimes I wonder if they were adopted.

When I make them clean their room, they say, "I hate you!" I'm so angry that I don't care, although sometimes it sort of hurts.

Little brothers and sisters are a pain! When they are sick , however, it's a different story. When they are sick, they are nice and calm. If they have a fever, I put wet cloths on their foreheads.

When they're sleeping, I sing to them. They look so peaceful and quiet, like angels, but I know they can be devils.

When I read to them they say, "night Mommy!" and I kiss them on their foreheads and turn off the lights. They look like babies and sometimes I wish they would stay that way, but who's going to pt the drama in my life?

Even though they make me angry, I don't want anyone to hurt them. When they get picked on, I wish I could be there to help them.

Another reason to have them by my side is so no one can steal their love and admiration. I know I have to let them grow up and become individuals.

Sometimes it reminds me of how my parents treat me, so I sort of understand.

I also sing them a poem I made:
As free as a bird,
As light as a feather,
We will always be together.