The boy and his little sister

In a small town not unlike the one we live in, there lived a boy and his little sister. The two were inseparable, one could not imagine the two ever being alone. The boy always leading the way and his little sister always following. There were times when the little sister wanted to lead, like the times when they played house together. Most of the times though, the two did what the boy wanted to do. The little girl was just happy to be with her older brother and didn't really care if he sometimes didn't want her around. Sometimes she would get so mad at him that you could see the steam coming out of her ears. The funny thing was, as soon as the steam stopped coming, she was back by his side laughing and screaming for joy.



The boy would never ever admit this but he loved his little sister more than anything in the whole world. Sure, she was a pain sometimes and she was very, very loud. She wanted to tag along with him where ever he went and the crying, boy could she cry. Sometimes he got jealous because everyone and I mean everyone thought she was so cute. Why would anybody think that of her? She had crooked teeth, her hair was aways messy, she never washed her hands after going to potty and she hated to brush her teeth. He had to admit though that she was fun to play with. She always had candy, how she got it, he couldn't figure out. But he suspected that daddy was always putting the candy under her pillow in the middle of the night.



The boy and his little sister often fought over the smallest of things. Who's got more. Who gets to go first. Why can't we play with this and not that? You hit me, no you hit me first. It seemed on the outside like they could never get along but you could always tell that on the inside, they were two peas in a pod. The little sister was always lonely whenever the two were separated. She always made sure that her brother got his share whether he was there or not. A bag of candy turned into two, a party balloon became a pair and an extra sticker from the doctor's office always came home with her. An ice cream cone? Well there were certain things that were not meant to be shared.



The boy enjoyed helping his little sister draw. She loved drawing flowers and butterflies but she always had trouble with the clouds. She couldn't quite get the fluffy way in which a cloud is drawn so the boy always helped with the clouds. He also loved butterflies so he helped her with those too. They drew so many pictures that they eventually ran out of room in their house. They thought it would be fun to draw on the walls, of course this was her idea, he would never ever think of writing on mommy's walls. What about their game of tag? They couldn't run around very well with all that clutter. The little sister didn't mind, the clutter provided good cover for when they played hide and go seek. These were the times when the boy was happiest, he had his little sister and she was his best friend.



The boy and his sister loved having their mother read books to them at night. They stayed up for hours just to hear her read tales of adventure and far away lands. Their mom's voice was magic whether she read the fairy tales or book of mystery. The little sister was always first to close her eyes, she couldn't resist the call of her dreams. In her dreams, she could flutter in the air with the butterflies or lay down in a welcoming bed of flowers and smell the wondrous scents carried by a gentle breeze. She could do the most perfect cartwheels and hand stands in her dreams. The boy on the other hand lived his dreams in the books. His dreams were filled with magic carpet rides, big humongous dinosaurs, beautiful sailing ships and a world full of imaginary creatures. His dreams ended with the rising of the sun into the morning sky. The sunlit windows were a sign for his eyelids to open up. The boy hated to wake up alone so he would shake his little sister awake. She always awoke with a beautiful smile on her face, happy to see the funny faces that her brother made.



Then one morning as the boy shook away the last cobwebs of his dreams, he noticed the peaceful way in which his little sister slept. This time he felt uneasy as he walked up to shake her awake. There was no welcoming smile as he tried waking her up, he took her tiny hands in his and only felt coldness in his touch. He tried touching her beautiful face but her face too was cold. Wake up! The boy cried. Please wake up! He ran to his mother for help, he knew his mother could fix anything with a kiss. Didn't she always make his boo boos disappear with her lips? She had to make his little sister wake up, all she had to do was kiss her.



The boy was told that God needed another angel to sit by his side. Comforting words to mom and dad but not to the boy whose best friend was gone. He knew in his heart that his little sister was still laying down in the bed of flowers and taking in the wondrous scents of the gentle breeze. She was busy fluttering in the air with the butterflies and doing cartwheels and hand stands. Whenever he missed his little sister, all he had to do was look for the flowers and the butterflies to know that she was always near. As time passed, his heart warmed, his tears dried and the sadness became a distant memory. His mom still read to him but he no longer dreamt of magic carpet rides or dinosaurs or beautiful sailing ships. His dreams were of distant fields full of radiant flowers and colorful butterflies and always, always his little sister's laughter as they played tag your it....