My mouth was so dry by this time that I couldn’t have said anything even if I wanted to. I just nodded and watched anxiously as she began obliterating the wrapping. When she reached the flaps and began pulling them apart, I sucked in a sharp breath and awaited her reaction on pins and needles.
Emm puffed out a small sigh and stared down into the box. A strange look crossed her face. Through my nervous eyes, it looked as if she was about to laugh. Then she reached down into the box and began lifting my gift out of it.
I bit my tongue and gaped at her. Please like it, please like it, please like it!
A sudden giggle burst from Emm as she set the music box down onto the table and caressed the top of it. The lid was adorned with a meadow scene, complete with bunnies, wildflowers, and a fawn. Emm lifted it and gasped. Inside was a tiny white bunny that was sitting back on its haunches with its tiny pink nose stuck into the air.
Emm lifted her shining eyes to mine. “How do I make it go?” She asked eagerly.
I leaned across the table and tapped the lower backside of the music box with my finger. “Turn this knob.”
Emm obediently began twisting the oval knob. When she heard the little clicking sound, she let go. In response, a soft melody poured from the body of the box, and the upright bunny began turning round and round. My little sister listened, eyes bulging, and her fingers began stroking the twirling rabbit’s head.
When the last strains of the lullaby faded away, she slowly raised her head and cocked an eyebrow. For one horrible second, it looked like she was about to roll her eyes.
My heart sank to my toes. I knew I should’ve gotten that princess music box instead.
Then I got the surprise of my life. Emm slipped out of her seat and threw her arms around my neck.
Heat crept up into my neck and exploded in my cheeks. My little sister rarely showed such affection to me. I guess I picked the right present.
~Going Ballistic
“Lois! Come back!” Millie choked out, stumbling her way as fast as she could toward the younger girl.
Lois darted behind a tree.
Millie slowed her steps when she came to the trunk where she knew Lois was hiding. “Lois?” A sharp intake of breath sounded from it. She rounded the tree and stopped short.
Lois was sitting with her back to the rough bark. Her face was buried in her knees, which she’d drawn up to her chest. A strangled whimpering sound accompanied the scrunch-crunch of the snow as she slowly rocked back and forth.
Millie dropped gently to the ground next to her, at a loss for words. Lois crying? Millie had not seen Lois shed a tear a day in her life, and Millie had been with them for four years. Unsure of what to do, she simply sat back against the tree and put a hand on Lois’s shoulder. Just then, two words burst unexpectedly from her. “I’m sorry.”
Lois lifted her tear-streaked face and drew her brows together in confusion. She eyed Millie for a moment, as if trying to process what the older girl had just said.
Then Millie got the surprise of her life. Even the shock she’d felt as a tiny girl when seeing other poor girls getting carted from the orphanage in little wooden boxes could not be compared to this. Lois flung her arms around Millie’s neck, buried her head in Millie’s shoulder, and burst into shuddering sobs.
Once the initial shock had worn off, Millie drew her arms tight around Lois and held her close. She felt the violent shivering of Lois’s shoulders and the frantic fluttering of Lois’s heart. A sudden burst of insight made Millie squeeze Lois tighter.
Lois wasn’t much younger than Millie, but all she’d known was a father that was hardly ever home and a mother who cared more for her own comfort than for her own kin. Her little sister was too young to truly understand her, and the one person she might confide in thought her cruel.
She thinks I despise her. The thought made Millie’s stomach clench in remorse. Do I? She bit her lip and rested her chin on the top of Lois’s head. No. No, I don’t. I simply find her difficult. But maybe . . . maybe deep down, she feels lonely and wronged and unloved. Just like . . . Before she knew what she was doing, she dropped a kiss onto Lois’s blond hair. Just like me!
~Millie's Miracle
Name three published books which have an amazing portrayal of siblings or family.
-Viking Quest Series by Lois Walfrid Johnson. All these books show a strong bond between siblings and parents . . . especially between Bree and Dev.
-By Paths Unknown by Rebekah A. Morris. This one also is amazing!
-Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. You all probably know why this is in the list.
Name another author's character family that you wouldn't mind jumping into.
Ooohhh. I don't know. Maybe the O'Tooles, from the Viking Quest series. I know, they've been through a lot and have lost siblings and have regained siblings over the years. Yes, they have lost a lot to the Vikings. But their love for each other as a family is even stronger because of it, I think.
Provide an excerpt of sibling drama or camaraderie from any title (though be sure to credit it).
It's not necessarily drama, but it involves a brother and sister (Daniel and Leah), so it counts!
Presently they reached the village. Outside his own door Daniel knocked and called out, and presently the bolt inside was quietly drawn back. As Daniel pushed open the door, Thacia stood back.
"I have brought a friend of yours with me," Daniel announced.
Leah, from the corner where she had retreated at the first glimpse of an unfamiliar figure, stared out into the road. Then her face lighted. "Thacia!" she cried. "Why are you dressed in Joel's clothes?"
Thacia came into the room laughing and pushing back the hot turban with relief. "It's lucky everyone doesn't have your sharp eyes," she said. "You won't give me away, will you? It's a--a sort of game we're playing."
Leah came forward slowly. "Daniel never plays games," she said soberly.
"What a pity," said Thacia lightly. "Joel and I pretend all sorts of things. But I'll tell you a secret. Your brother does know how to smile. Quite nicely, actually. He doesn't always hide behind that fearful scowl."
Unexpectedly, Leah giggled, and then both girls were laughing. Scowling more fiercely than ever, Daniel stamped into his shop. But he left the door open behind him.
~The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth George Speare
Name two characters from two unrelated books that you feel would make for great literary siblings (whether in terms of getting along, or being a constant head-to-head combat).
Haha! I say stick Anne Shirley with Jo March and see how they do! They've always struck me as very similar. (Both dreamy, both writers, both hot-tempered . . . shall I go on?)
What sibling trope would you like to write in the future?
One sibling who teases the other all the time but end up giving their life for their sibling (we'll see whether I make this literal or figurative!).
Which of your own sibling groups would you love to join?
I'll be the big sister to Millie, Lois, and Marie! I love 'em all.
If you could adopt only one of your fictional siblings as your own sibling, who would it be?
Marie from Millie's Miracle. I'm sorry, but I want to baby her so badly! She's one of the cutest little marshmallows ever!
What fictional character most reminds you of yourself as a sibling?
Ha. Ha. Ha. I'm pretty much a mixture of Melinda and Mitch from all the Circle C books.
Have you written any sibling dialogue based on a dialogue you've had with your own siblings? If so, share it!
I'm not sure. I may have done so once upon a time, but I don't remember it. Sorry!
Time to pick favorites; which of your sibling families is your favorite?
Kaylee and Gillian from a WIP of mine (unofficially titled Kaylee Monroe). They're such good friends, even if they're not . . . actually . . . totally siblings. That's all I'll say. It's complicated.
Out of all the sibling friendships you've read/written, which sibling duo has the most mismatched personalities?
That would probably be Jo and Beth from Little Women. Beth is sweet, quiet, shy, and gentle . . . all of which, let's face it, Jo is not.
I tag: Rebekah, Heidi, Abigail, and anyone-else-who-wants-to-do-it.
Here's the list of rules (with mine added to it):
1. Name the most annoying sibling character in any of your stories (either annoying to you as the author or to any other characters).
2. Name the most caring sibling character in any of your stories.
3. Name the most entertaining sibling character in any of your stories.
4. Name a sibling character who was inspired in some way by an actual sibling.
5. Name the largest character family (talking family, not family tree) in any of your stories.
6. Provide one to three excerpts from your sibling characters’ dialoge from any of your stories.
7. Name three published books which have an amazing portrayal of siblings or family.
8. Name another author’s character family that you wouldn’t mind jumping into.
9. Provide an excerpt of sibling drama or camaraderie from any title (though be sure to credit it)
10. Name two characters from two unrelated books that you feel would make for great literary siblings (whether in terms of getting along, or being a constant head-to-head combat).
11. What sibling trope would you like to write in the future?
12. Which of your own sibling groups would you love to join?
13. If you could adopt only one of your fictional siblings as your own sibling, who would it be?
14. What fictional character most reminds you of yourself as a sibling?
15. Have you written any sibling dialogue based on a dialogue you had with your own siblings? If so, share it!
16. Time to pick favorites; which of your sibling families is your favorite?
17. Out of all the sibling friendships you've read/written, which sibling duo has the most mismatched personalities?