Raymond

My sister, Squeak, takes care of me, stands up for me when people are being mean. Sometimes I feel bad about her having to take me along everywhere. I try to keep up with her on her trots so that I'm not such a hassle. I pretend to be an airplane or a race car to make it fun. She runs all the time. People say she's the quickest around. I'm proud of my sister and want to be just like her. When she practices breathing, I try to imitate her. It's exciting watching her in a race. When I ran when the gunshot sounded, it was one of the best feelings ever. I felt like I won the race right with her.