Caption: Only for a little while
Swing, Swing, Swing
Little girl swing
Up you go
and down you fall
Swing, Swing, Swing
- Anti Aunt
Sally is going to our Aunt's house today. She has never met Aunt Nel before, but I have. She is a beast of a woman with long painted fingernails. Her shoes always point a little in. Her hair always sticks a little to the left. Her eyes always look a little up. My point is that nothing about our Aunt Nel seems quite right. Everything is a little off.
Sally is now four years old. She keeps to herself, but is good at sharing. She likes to snuggle in a blanket with me on nights when it gets cold. She will even pick up my toys after she is done picking hers up. She laughs a sweet, tiny laugh when I do something funny. She loves our mom and dad, and they dote on her. I always find them holding onto her as if her life depends on it. I actually think it may.
I used to have a big sister, you know. She was quite like Sally if only a little louder. I can barely remember her except the last day I saw her. You know when that was? The day she turned four. I was three. I can just recall her walking out the front door by the kitchen to trek to Aunt Nel's house. After that... I never saw her again.
Sally is leaving now. Dad is clutching onto mom's shoulder. I think I saw mom shed a quiet tear.
Goodbye sister. It has been a real pleasure knowing you. Hopefully, next time, mom will have a boy.



