Howling with fiendish delight, on a dark and cool moonlit night, the October air ruffles the trees, gold and auburn with aging leaves. On this day, darker from the rest of the year, the ghouls and goblins, who usually hide, come out, prancing with glee, with the exception of me. Staring at her new face, while I wear my matching costume, I am now who I’ve wanted to be, a wise and loving sister, someone who cares and looks after her, as long as I’m there shes there for me, that innocent little baby.