gorgeous-fiend-blog:

Yes…but nothing concrete. Vague glimpses of golden wispy hair and precious smiles.

There is, however, one memory I call to mind, but I do not know it is real or a fabrication of my own making. Gabrielle was called away for some reason or another, and very suddenly thrust the small bundle of my sister into my arms. I remember nothing except that I sat very still, afraid I might somehow hurt her. I could not have been more than four or five.