For reasons I'd rather not go into I'm estranged from much of my family, and everyone I am estranged from is painful, whether it's my dad, my brother, any aunts, uncles, or cousins. But the one that hurts the most is my baby sister. I moved out of the house when she was 7, and I do remember she loved me. I was the first of the children to grow up and leave, and she was never old enough for me to fight with.
I still feel guilty over the first time I missed one of her birthdays, and when I moved out I was still just 18, and what the hell does anyone know then? One of my favourite memories was having her come visit and we had a day just for the two of us.
The last time I saw her, I didn't even recognize her. She's all grown up now, an adult that I don't even know.
I miss my baby sister.
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by Tabby at 6/16/2005 05:01:00 p.m.