I wake to the sound of my eight year old sister crying. She is sitting on my floor, clearly distressed. Her red hair was still messy from sleeping and her brown eyes were cloud with tears as she soaked her pink pajamas. I run my hands through my own curly, red hair and sigh.
I sit up and say, "Carla...What's wrong," still slightly groggy, seeing as it's 6 in the morning.
Carla sniffs loudly and says, "I'm sorry Nina...I woke you..."
I smile and stand, sitting behind her and giving her a hug, "Don't worry, It's okay. What's wrong?"
I ask again.
Carla wipes away her tears and says, "Yesterday, at church, I learned that service is important. I want to serve people, but I just don't know how..."
I frown a bit, "Hm...that is bad." I smile, "but it's not that hard. All you have to do is be an everyday superhero."
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