Living with my little sister Candy can be hard. Candy is five years old. She always copies me. When I sit in front of my computer, she will touch my keyboard and screen. When I practice handwriting, she'll stay as long as I do, and if I am playing chess with my friend, she will make so much noise.

She doesn't like dolls as most girls do. She loves model planes, toy guns and robots, but it's easy for her to turn her attention to something else. One moment she is laughing and clapping her little hands; the next she is kicking her plane and then reaching for the edge of the table. That's because she finds some drugs on the table. Of course, the drugs should not be available to her.

Last Sunday, I had a cold, so I tried to get her separated from me. I stayed in my bedroom and asked her to stay in our living room, and then I told very easy riddles for her to answer. At first, she showed great interest in guessing riddles in this way, but later she came to my room, answering me no more but with her mouth open wide, and tried her best to pull me out of my room. At last, I had to take her to walk along the path through our garden.

Candy is always following me, but I love my little sister candy.