Waiting for Brother

I saw a quote a long time ago.
Long before I ever had a little girl.
It goes something like this:
A girls first love is her daddy;
her second love is her big brother.
This little girl adores her brother.
She is seriously lost without him during the day.
Maybe not lost, but certainly bored.
I walked past her room and there she stood at the window.
Shoes in hand.
"We need go get Etan."
"Daddy is picking up Ethan today, Iz."
"Oh."
She turns and stares out the window.
Just waiting for her brother...
For a moment anyway.