The boy loved having his sister in his room. He tickled her tiny toes in the crib. When she was asleep, he kept very quiet. When she was awake, he read his book to her. "You are such a good big brother!" his mother said. Then, one morning, his sister was not in her crib. The boy went downstairs to look for her. His mother was lying on the couch. She was very, very sad. His father was sitting in his chair. He was very, very sad. The boy stood between them. Where was his sister? The boy's father gave him a hug. "Your sister died," he said. The boy was confused. He went back to his room. He tried to read his book. But it was different without his sister to read it to. Excerpted from The Magic Ticket by David Hicks All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
