picked on

I know what it's like to be the youngest. Always picked on, accused of being spoiled, never involved in all the fun games. 

 She sits like this every night after dinner, just watching Jonah. I know what she's thinking too. "Maybe this time he won't shove me away." " Maybe just maybe, if I give him a big smile, he'll let me me suck on his trains."

So she goes for it. 

But once again, that million dollar smile doesn't melt his little heart. Instead, he places all toys out of arms reach. Emma's arms that is.

Nice Jonah. 

I wonder what he'll do when she can pull herself up?