She watched me do everything, mimicking me in her monkey-see monkey-do manner until I was ready to scream. When I got out of bed, she would get out of bed on the opposite side of the room and faced me as though challenging me.
What new things would we did discover today? Would we play soccer, chase old lady Leary’s cat up a tree…what? She faced me squarely and raised her arms in a shrug as though to say “I’m up for any mischief you can dream up…so you decide!” Then, she would turn, sit on her bed and put on her sneakers. We’d walk through the door together. She would turn left, I would turn right, and I would not see her again until bedtime.
What about the mischief? What about chasing old lady Leary’s cat? What about the baseball? It’s for sure that I did all those things and that she was with me in spirit every step of the way. We laughed and joked and played day in and day out. We sat together at lunch, even ate the same things. Afterward, we would sit under a tree and talk with some other friends until someone produced a soccer ball and the game was on.
As a soccer player, she was as good as I was. She could run as fast, jump as high, and do all the other moves as well as I. She liked baseball and swimming; I liked baseball and swimming. She liked to play tricks on other kids; I liked to play tricks on other kids. Come to think of it, we were as well matched as two girls could be. When we talked about our thoughts and feelings, we found them to be the same. When we wondered about the world, we wondered about the same mysteries. We were afraid of the same things; excited about the same things. We talked about books. She read the same books as I did, did the same homework as I did, missed the same math problems as I did, and misspelled the same words as I did. And, oh, did I mention that she hates liver as much as I do!
My thoughts; she knew them before I did; and had answers for my questions even before I had questions. She didn’t have answers for all of my questions though, because we were usually stumped by the same questions. Our mutual experience pool was identical, you see.
My sister; we’re the same age, have the same birthday, but are not twins even though we look alike. Even when she’s not in sight, I know when I wave with my right hand; she waves with her right hand as well. When she steps off on her left foot, I step off on my left foot as well. We are so close, and yet so far from each other! When she steps off on her left foot, she goes in the opposite direction! No matter how much we talk, compare notes, thoughts and feelings, everything she does is exactly opposite the things that I do and yet, we never disagree; are never in conflict. My sister. We look the same but we’re not the same!
We have the same bedtime. We enter the bedroom at exactly the same time and lay down on our beds on opposite sides of the room at exactly the same time. We can’t wait to tell each other about our day. We go to sleep at exactly the same time and snore in perfect synchronization; our dreams perfectly synchronized as well.
One night among the perfect synchronization of our lives, my sister disappeared and I never saw her again. I don’t know where she went. All I did when we entered the bedroom was say “catch!” and throw the soccer ball to her. I saw her move toward it as though to catch it, but the glass shattered and she disappeared. I’ll never know why she didn’t catch it.
Daddy whipped me good with his belt for throwing the soccer ball in the house. He said something to my mother about seven years of bad luck. I guess the bad luck was all mine because I never saw my sister again.
Where do you suppose my sister went?
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