Of course, I agreed. My daughter and I adored that little one.

My six-year-old was over the moon — she rocked her cousin gently, stroked her tiny head, and sang lullabies.

Everything was calm and peaceful: a quiet day, soft laughter, the scent of milk and clean diapers.

But after a few hours, the baby woke up and began to cry loudly. I realized it was time to change her diaper.

My daughter eagerly offered to help — she always wants to feel “grown up,” especially when there’s a baby around.