my heart aches for the middle child, who has less of her grandma's favour den her older and younger sibling.
whose older sibling knows it and tells the middle child "everyone doesn't love you."
whose younger sibling steals her things and hits her really hard.
who seems to no longer like having ppl touching her, hugging her or kissing her that much.
who suddenly lapses into silence and contemplation.
who is forthcoming, honest and pure.
who is impressionable and naive.
who is eager to learn.
who needs to be protected but does not seem to be getting enough of it.
who serves people readily.
who is slightly mischievous and den tries to sweetly but honestly wriggle her way out of trouble.
whose pale white smooth skin glows when she's happy.
whose voice is extra loud in a bid to get attention she lacks.
who suffers sudden mood swings.
who is quiet when she knows u need silence or is busy.
who stays around u even when ur too busy to entertain her because she likes ur company.
who is patient and obedient.
who gives in to her siblings.
who is delightful.
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i don't want her to grow up thinking she's not loved. when in fact, she is entirely lovable. but she doesn't need me. she needs Jesus.
Lord, pls.
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