The little girl loves sitting in her tree watching the world
go on underneath her feet. The sound of
the wind through the trees calms her and the warm air makes her feel safe. She looks around the neighborhood and wonders
what life is like in other homes. Is Mommy
there all day with them? Where is Daddy? Does he come home at night? Does everyone have their own room and can
they hang things on their walls? The
little girl hears someone approaching and looks down. She sees her little brother trying to climb
the tree. She knows he can’t climb up because
she pulled up the rope so she watches him.
She asks herself, “Why are little boys so weird?” She wonders why he has to go everywhere and
do everything she does.
The little girl
lets down the rope.
The little girl sits in her tree with her little brother wondering why the world is
the way it is. She wonders why people
can’t get along, why she can’t have brown eyes instead of blue, and why her
daddy is never home. She looks at her
brother and wonders why he always has to wear blue jeans and boots. She hopes that it is warm enough to play in
the water and Mommy lets them. The
little girl is excited because the 4th of July is coming up and she
gets to decorate her bicycle and ride it in the parade.
She can’t wait to pop firecrackers and hopes
that she doesn't burn her brother this year.
The little girl and her little brother run home from school. There is someone special waiting at home. Someone who has been living in their house
but they have not met yet. They are
excited and scared at the same time. As
they burst in the door, they run to the chair and laying there is a crying
bundle of crazy hair. The little girl
and her brother look at one another, shrug their shoulders, and go outside to
play.
The little girl is confused and a
little disappointed about what she just saw but knows that she loves the crying
bundle of crazy hair and will protect her, just like she protects her little
brother.
The little girl wakes up to loud talking. She doesn't know what is being said but it doesn't sound good. She lays there
wondering what she could have done differently.
She thinks back to all of the times that she was mean to her little brother and little sister and promises to never be mean again.
If she wasn't mean then maybe she wouldn't be hearing loud voices. Maybe if she was a better daughter her daddy wouldn't have come home acting strange and throwing up in a pan. He threw up in the spaghetti pan; she hopes
she will be able to eat spaghetti again.
The voices get louder and out of curiosity she creeps down the hallway. The little girl kneels down and tries to look
under the door. She sees something that
will be forever burned into her memories and runs back to her bed.
The little girl climbs back into bed and begins to cry. She sits up and leans
against the wall only to be stung by a wasp as her daddy storms out of the
house.
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