… to fast

…she is growing up to fast… had still “only” 2 teeth, her favourite words are bow and NEIN (no), by night she hold my hand, she glint when her sisters comes home and laugh if they make nonsense, she loves to go on a walk with her grandpa and curd cheese with raspberries, she go backwards downstairs and is “sadly” almost so loud like us, she eats cold meats without the bread (what is not aloud!) and scratch the poster of her sisters off the wall… and when she sleeps all of us says “how beautiful that you are one of us”…