Sybbie.

She was cute, and she was bubbly, and she so painfully reminded you of Sybil. But, of course, like everyone else, you had learned to get through it and focus on the good, like your niece. Tom was a very good father, as you'd predicted, but even he needed a break every so often, so you'd offered to take her on a trip to your own home, which, after a bit of thinking, he agreed to and let Sybbie go with you. Of course, the little one was excited the whole commute through, her eyes twinkling with a sense of adventure. When you two arrived, she leaped and clapped her hands, babbling sweet, utter nonsense. Today, you two were in the gardens, as she dance in between the lush fields. Your husband walked up from behind, giving you a kiss. "Everything alright, love?" Sybbie turned, looking fearful as she hid behind your skirt.