She washes my laundry. She gets my walking stick. She copied my crazy steroid food craving (mashed potatoes, hoops and cheese). She applies deodorant. She is a Facetiming alarm clock. She asks questions. A lot of them. She charms my doctors. She is basically the sweetest five year old on the planet, desperate to look after her poorly Auntie Emma.
This photo tells you not to mess with her. She may be small, but she is feisty.