When I was born, my sister was elated to have a sister. She already had three brothers at the time and a baby girl was a nice surprise. She was eleven at the time and I think she thought she was my mother because from that time forward, she told me what to do.
We were always close and shared a bedroom at one time. When she was dating I use to sit at the bedroom window and listen to her and her boyfriend talk and laugh. I was jealous of her boyfriends for spending so much time with her. When one day she announced she was going to get married I got very upset.
That year on my birthday she gave me a beautiful bride doll. She was all lace with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. I loved her so much. Recently while cleaning out a closet I came across her. Her white gown had faded to a soft ecru, her face needed cleaning and her bridal clothes needed a good washing. I bathed her, washed her hair and clothes and dressed her again. She looked just as beautiful as the first day I got her. I never gave her a name. I dreamed that one day I would be like her and wear a beautiful lacy dress.
The week before my sister got married I cried every day. I thought I was losing my sister forever. She kept telling me she wasn't going to live that far away, but I knew I wouldn't see her every day. She was moving to the "big city."
By the time my sister married our family had added another boy. He became my playmate and I believed I was his mother. I read to him and played with him, but he wasn't like a sister.
My sister and I are still close. We talk on the phone and try to get together for lunch a couple of times a year. We live one hundred miles apart so it isn't easy to get together that often. I keep the bride doll on a chair in my hallway so that I can see her every day and remind me how much my sister loves me and that really we are never very far apart in spirit. Bye.
No comments:
Post a Comment