My first memory if of my mom bringing my new baby sister home from the hospital when i was two. She sat with my sister in her arms and i peaked at them from across the room hiding behind a chair. My mom said i wouldn't go to her because she had left me. My mom asked me if i wanted to hold my sister and i said no because i was afraid i would drop her. And now my sister is gone. My baby sister. Younger than me. So unnatural. Two years now.

What do you do when you're bored?