Being the youngest of the Curtis siblings, you were always clinging to Darrel, one of your older brothers. He is always holding your small body in his arms.

It was two in the morning, Ponyboy just now arriving back home. Sodapop was half-asleep on the couch, and Darrel was sitting in his armchair in the living room. Darry was quick to stand up, having you in one arm as you slept, peacefully.

Darry was going to yell at Ponyboy, but Darry quit, knowing you’re asleep, comfortably in his arms.