Baby sister

Lately I've been thinking much about the safety of internet and the innocence in yound teenagers. Had a talk with my mum the other day about just this. It so happens that my baby sister, who's soon twelve, has changed all her passwords to different webpages and accounts that she has. Even though she was strictly forbidden by my parents, due to her safety. When I started with msn and the popular swedish teenager community Lunarstorm I had the same restrictions. My mum was to know my password and if she thought something was fishy she would sign in and look through it. Not to invade my privacy, just to protect me from the hidden dangers with these accounts.

Only a few times did she sign in just to check up on something strange and it so happens that I was innocent enough to believe that an older man just wanted to talk to me, for fun. Now, being older and wiser I see the dangers and are just as protective of my baby sister as my parents are. It's so easy to claim that you are something you are not.

I've heard about people who say they are teenagers, who act like a teenager and gain youngsters trust. Their goal? Maybe to lure them to meet up somewhere. Oh we're such good friends it would be fun to meet. Maybe get them to complete turn themselves inside and out and tell the other unknown person their life story. I'm the only one who truly listen to you... I'm sure that is a comfort to a young confused teenager stuck between two world's.

I know she has to go through all those stuff I had to learn through my teenage years, but protective as I am I wish I could shield her and wrap her up in a duvet cover and hide her from the rest of the world... forever. Sometimes I ask my mum if it's not hard for her seing her babies grow up, because I find it extremely hard at times. But she just says no, I guess that she's used to it with to older children. She's stuck in a limbo between feeling sad that her youngest kids are growing up and being glad that they are becoming independent adults.

Me... I just can't let it go. I mean come on I can still remember how small and fragile they were when they got home from the hospital, and now my baby sister is just a few cm shorter than me =(

Nikitha I want you to know that I love you with all of my heart, even though I suck at showing it.