“I’m not going to leave my baby sister on top of a mountain,” Violet said.
Sunny dropped her vegetables on the ground and walked over to her sister and smiled. “I’m not a baby,” Sunny said, and hugged her. It was the longest sentence the youngest Baudelaire had ever said, and as Violet looked down at her sister, she saw how true it was. Sunny was not really a baby, not anymore. She was a young girl with unusually sharp teeth, some impressive cooking skills, and an opportunity to spy on a group of villains and discover a piece of crucial information. Sometime, during the unfortunate events that had befallen the three orphans, Sunny had grown out of her babyhood, and although it made Violet a bit sad to think about it, it made her proud, too, and she gave her sister a smile.
It’s an old comic from The Secret Knots archives, only now I gave it a tumblr-friendlier format and fixed a couple of little things here and there. I made it in a sad time, a story I told myself to make me feel better and I think it worked.
