I have many things going on in my life and I have a feeling that soon I will have the heaviest load yet. Then I hear foot steps coming, but I am four years old. Although I am scared I do not move because I am paralyzed with my stone hard grasp of fear. It almost kills me with a short but powerful heart attach when my sister, Lexie suddenly opens the door faster than I can blink. She has a dreadful case of dyslexia. She comes in slowly without making a sound. Her soft ginger eyes look tired and not as alone as normal. She gives me a weary smile. But I was only 5 years old then how was I supposed to know. She tells me with a crackling voice: "Caren you have to go downstairs, um...mom and dad need you." then she sniffs with half happiness half sadness. I am unsure on her confusing emotion. I want badly to ask why, but yet I don't. So I go downstairs.