Eight year old Kris Monroe watched sadly as her twelve year old sister Jill went off with her friends. That had been happening more and more often lately. Jill used to always have time to play with her and now it seemed that all she wanted to do was hang out with her friends. Kris was lonely and she really missed her sister.
She sadly turned and bumped into her mother, Helen who was just coming out of the house. "She went off with her friends, didn't she?"
Kris nodded sadly trying not to cry.
"Honey, I know it's hard, but Jill's almost a teenager now. She's getting older and she'll want to do more things away from home with her friends."
"Besides, you have friends too."
"But you don't let me go off and play with them like Jill gets to."
"Sweetie, Jill's four years older than you. I didn't let her go off on her own when she was your age."
"I'm tired of being treated like a baby. I'm not. I want to go off and do things on my own too. I'm really not a baby."
"No, but you're not old enough to be off on your own. Don't wish away your childhood, Kristine. It will be over all too soon as it is."
That didn't help. Kris was unhappy. She didn't like being the baby of the family. Plus, to top it off, she was the only one in the family who lacked athletic ability. Mommy played tennis and daddy played baseball, and Jill excelled at any sport she tried. Where as Kris was just a klutz. Nobody seemed to care or make a big deal over it, but it really bothered Kris. She felt like she didn't fit into her family.