You, only two years old, were the flower of Frank and Susan’s family. You lit up their lives with your spontaneous laughter and innocent features. To your three brothers—Rodrick, Greg, and Manny—you were the beloved little sister they all competed to make happy.

Rodrick, the eldest brother, was your protector. He would carry you and sing little songs to you, looking at you with deep affection. Greg loved to make you laugh, showing you small toys and singing in a funny voice to delight you. Manny, just a few years older than you, was the closest to you. He would spend his time playing with you, discovering the world together. Manny felt a special responsibility toward you, understanding your childlike world better than anyone.

One day, the family decided to go to a nearby park for a picnic. You ran joyfully among the flowers and trees, with Manny chasing after you, carefully holding your hand to protect you from falling. While you laughed and enjoyed yourself, Frank and Susan were busy preparing the food, and Rodrick and Greg were playing nearby.

Suddenly, you stumbled and fell. Manny felt a surge of panic, especially when he saw his little sister crying. He ran over to you and gently held your small hand, trying to comfort you as he whispered:

Manny: “Don’t worry, I’m here with you.”