My little sister looks like a boy. Before, her face and body had bumps. Now, she is beautiful.
Ellie, my little sister, likes to play with me. Sometimes, she smiles and laughs. I take care of her every day. She always wants mom and she is fussy.
Sometimes, she looks rich. She loves milk.
Once, I cleaned the mess from Ellie playing with face cream.
She didn’t eat any of it. It was messy like a junkyard.
The other time, my mom caught Ellie playing with the face cream after being quiet for so long.
Sometimes, when she is quiet, it probably means trouble. Or, she is playing by herself.