Anna blinked, tilting her head. “That’s not what I thought she’d look like,” she said aloud, her voice filled with childlike honesty. The nurse tilted her head curiously. “What do you mean, sweetie? She’s your baby sister.”
Anna frowned, studying the baby with an intensity that didn’t match her age. “Her hair…” she trailed off, then looked up at the nurse. “She doesn’t look like me or Daddy or Mommy.” There was a note of unease in her voice now, one the nurse quickly tried to dispel.