Little Sister

“A sibling represents a person’s past, present, and future.”

John Corey Whaley

I am sitting at Tim Hortons and my phone buzzes to life with messages from my sister. ” I have to get stitches out today” “Got stitches out.” Memories of my pass rush through my brain about going to the hospital to see my mom. My dad sitting me and my sister down on several occasions explaining to me and my sister why we cannot see my mom for a bit. Taking a deep breath I respond to my little sister, a heartfelt message explaining she is good enough for the world she occupies.

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I am 10 years old, and a loud knock wakes me and my sister from a dead sleep. We walk down stairs and see blue and red lights bounce off the walls and a silhouette of my dad at the door with another man. I walk closer with my sister hiding on the stairs. My dad quickly turns around with anger in his face, “Go wait in the living room.” What I now see is a police officer looking down at me with pity, what is going on?

My dad leaves the door closing it behind him and sits across from me and my sister. “So mom will not be home for a few days girls.”

“Why dad is everything ok?,” I muttered while being both curious and scared.

“The officers found mom in the van with a empty bottle of tylenol and wine. Sometimes people get really sad like mom did and try to get rid of there problems. Mom decided to end her life which is not the right way to handle things and I want you girls to know that.” He stated through tearful eyes.

A week later my mom came home and kept apologizing to me and my sister. Shortly after she moved out and lived in a women’s shelter where me and my sister stayed with my dad. We visited her at my grandma’s once and awhile but I lost my trust in her after that night and our relationship was never the same.