Jade and Halia are walking to their friend’s house (5 doors down) to play. I suggest they hold hands and tell them to stay by the side of the road when they walk.
Jade: “Yes, we will.”
Halia (to Jade, after the door is closed behind them): “You will hold my hand, so the cars don’t get me and make me dead.”
I can see them walking over, jumping over the cracks together, one dark sweater, one bright pink shirt. And life is beautiful.
that is sweet and cute
Love this.
I’m going to give my sister a call to tell her I love her… 
Awww!
Love my brother, but this makes me wish I had a sister! Thank goodness for the other ladies in my life.