A little Illustration inspired by a tale from my past. When I was a little girl, before my three baby sisters were born, I had to play traditional “girl games” with my brother. Dress up, Tea time. My brother was a good sport about it too. He never complained and would dress up in the cutest outfits with me. But eventual my dad made him stop because he was afraid of what might “happen to him”. Father’s right? This made little Leah horribly upset and lonely. So one day I asked my brother to play with me anyway and my dad caught us. But to our surprise, he did not get mad or upset. He joined in. It was one of the happiest moments of my childhood.