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"One little, two little, three little Indians..." Jocelyn sang to herself. She sat in the nursery of her church, waiting for Wednesday services to be over. It was just her and 2 babies whose parents had actually come. The church she went to was small and for the most part made up of elderly people.

There was a knock on the door, and Jocelyn turned to see who it was. It was Josh. She smiled. "Come on in."

He stepped in, and joined her by the crib of a sleeping baby. "I remember when you used to look like that," he commented.

She looked at him skeptically. "You were only 3," she said.

"I know," he said. "But I always will remember the way you looked when you came home." He wrapped a protective arm around her.

"Joce, I know I haven't been the best brother lately. My whole life has been...new. Even to me," he said softly. "But I just want you to know, I've never loved you any less, or cared any less about what you do. I never meant to seem that way."

Jocelyn looked up at him. Her brown eyes held depth and wisdom Josh had never noticed. "I know."

Just then, there was noise and movement in the hall. Mr. Adams came to get the baby sleeping in the crib, and behind him, Mrs. Rochelle came to get her baby who was quietly playing in the play-pen.

The adults thanked the two children for watching their babies, and left. Jocelyn smiled at Josh, and followed them. On the way out the door, Josh flipped off the light.