Different Sisters

I went to volunteer at a preschool

Excited and optimistic.

I would be helping little children grow.

We would play, and I, I would make a positive impact.

I’m great with little kids I’m told!

I think they lied to me.


On my first day,

A little boy came running at me without warning.

Fortunately, I didn’t fall.

Even though my hopes took a nose dive.

These toddlers weren’t like my sister at that age.

They were uncomfortable with me and my walker.

They didn’t want to talk or play with me.

Week after week.

They didn’t realize I couldn’t do certain activities,

So they would often run outside without me.

Maybe more innocent then my sister,

Maybe she’s just that much more special.

But dang it my expectations were distorted by the magic of my sister.

Convincing her friend to play games that Misty could play too.

Helping me do day to day things,

Because she was able.

As long as I would always stay awake until she drifted into dreams.

As long as I buffered the terror of life.

We understand each other,

Even in our differences

Our common ground need not be voiced.

And they are unbreakable.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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