She's a little.

His phone went off and woke up Luka Couffaine early in the morning. It was a school day and he had a set list of things to do before then. One of which was to take care of his sister.

Luka and Juleka had shared a room since the day they were born. While Luka's things were all on the right side of the room, Juleka's was on the left.

He looked through the wooden bars that surrounded the neighboring bed, and looking back up at Luka was his sister Juleka. She was dressed in a pink, one-piece set of onsie pajamas, leaving only her hands and head exposed. While Juleka normally had her hair down, here it's done up in a pair of unwoven pigtails that framed her face.

"Hey Jules," said Luka. "How're you feeling this morning?"

She didn't say anything. Instead, she looked right up at her brother and gave him a doofy smile, which gave him his answer.

Luka smiled back and grabbed a pacifier that fell from her mouth during the night and popped it back into her mouth, which she sucked on gladly. He unzipped the front of her onsie, revealing that all she had on her under it was a black training bra and a bright-pink diaper. It was a nighttime diaper, and Luka knew just by looking at it that it had been used to full capacity.

When Juleka was diagnosed as a little, they had gotten her a prescribed little bed. Think of a queen-sized toddler bed with removable bars, as Juleka would sometimes fall out of the bed in and out of her headspace. He lowered all of the bars of her crib-bed hybrid and, with only mild dofficulty, managed to get the onsie off of her before she undid the tapes of her diaper.

Luka wasn't a caregiver, but he was Juleka's brother and he cared deeply for her, so when she was diagnosed as a little, he was nothing but supportive to her.