Louisa: I knew you would be here, dear sister. Covered in a book again.
What are you reading this time?
Brigitta looked up from her book and put it down on the bed. She sighed. I'm not reading at all. It's just a note book. I just wanted to write some things down but .
Louisa: But what?
Brigitta: I just can't find the right words . maybe that's because I miss Fraulein Maria, I mean our mother.
Louisa sat down next to Brigitta and looked at the empty pages in Brigitta's book. I suppose you are trying to write something about mother.
Brigitta: Yes I am but I just don't know where to start.
Louisa: Telling you to start from the beginning would not help you any further, I guess. Maybe you should not let your brain work too much this time.
Brigitta: What do you mean Louisa?
Louisa: Well I never. I never thought I could learn my clever sister anything.
Brigitta: Oh please, Louisa. You must tell me what I should do.
Louisa: Thinking you do with your brains. Loving someone you do with your heart. When you want to talk about someone you love you should let your heart do the talking.
Brigitta: You're amazing, Louisa. I'm so happy to have you as my big sister. Even when I would be the smartest girl in the world I wouldn't know what to do without you.
Brigitta hugged her sister.
Louisa: That's what big sisters are for .
Louisa couldn't believe she had just given her 3 years younger sister the idea how to start her story.
Brigitta: I should write what I feel, oh can I ever thank you, Louisa.
Louisa: Well you don't have to thank me, Brigitta. I'm glad I could help you out. After all you're my sister and dearest friend. You have helped me on numerous occasions too.
Brigitta: I just want to thank you. Ask me anything.
Louisa: Well if you insist. Let me do the writing .
Brigitta: I beg your pardon?
Louisa: No I don't want to write your story, I just want to listen to your heart and write down all those words. But I would understand if you rather write it down yourself, maybe it's too personal.
Brigitta: Everyone has secrets but I know I can tell you everything. You are so understandable, would never make fun out of me. I can trust you with my life. I'll accept the offer.
Brigitta looked up from her book and put it down on the bed. She sighed. I'm not reading at all. It's just a note book. I just wanted to write some things down but .
Louisa: But what?
Brigitta: I just can't find the right words . maybe that's because I miss Fraulein Maria, I mean our mother.
Louisa sat down next to Brigitta and looked at the empty pages in Brigitta's book. I suppose you are trying to write something about mother.
Brigitta: Yes I am but I just don't know where to start.
Louisa: Telling you to start from the beginning would not help you any further, I guess. Maybe you should not let your brain work too much this time.
Brigitta: What do you mean Louisa?
Louisa: Well I never. I never thought I could learn my clever sister anything.
Brigitta: Oh please, Louisa. You must tell me what I should do.
Louisa: Thinking you do with your brains. Loving someone you do with your heart. When you want to talk about someone you love you should let your heart do the talking.
Brigitta: You're amazing, Louisa. I'm so happy to have you as my big sister. Even when I would be the smartest girl in the world I wouldn't know what to do without you.
Brigitta hugged her sister.
Louisa: That's what big sisters are for .
Louisa couldn't believe she had just given her 3 years younger sister the idea how to start her story.
Brigitta: I should write what I feel, oh can I ever thank you, Louisa.
Louisa: Well you don't have to thank me, Brigitta. I'm glad I could help you out. After all you're my sister and dearest friend. You have helped me on numerous occasions too.
Brigitta: I just want to thank you. Ask me anything.
Louisa: Well if you insist. Let me do the writing .
Brigitta: I beg your pardon?
Louisa: No I don't want to write your story, I just want to listen to your heart and write down all those words. But I would understand if you rather write it down yourself, maybe it's too personal.
Brigitta: Everyone has secrets but I know I can tell you everything. You are so understandable, would never make fun out of me. I can trust you with my life. I'll accept the offer.
