He is my brother

I am the sister of him

And he is my brother.

I am too little for us

To talk to each other.

So every morning he show me,

My doll and his letter book;

But every morning he still say,

I am too little to look, talk and touch.

We will be born to different mother,

But I am excited that how

We will grow up together,

Laugh, cry and care together.

We will go to the same school, share our food, share our books,

Save each other from scolding and punishments.

We will be partners in innocent little crimes,

We will share our dreams and aspirations,

At home, at play, and also at the school.

We will fight, tease and shout at each other,

But we will always be there for each other.

So brother wait for me,

November is two months away,

After that we will meet each other.