ladedahhhh....

I’ve spent the last hour on the phone with my youngest sister. Its an weird feeling to say I’ve been on the phone with my sister. We are not a family unit, there are no dinners spent together, birthdays come and go without much to say, and quite frankly for the first few years of her life, I acted as if she didn’t exist. But now as I sit on the phone with her, trying to explain the process of subtraction to her, I realize that I have a younger sister. There is a seven year old being out there, who is looking at me as this big superwoman, who lives on her own and is her Daddy’s daughter from somewhere else. She may not understand the concept of stepsiblings, and halfsiblings, and all that jargon we use to explain extended families but she does know that I am here, and that she wants be here with me.  Its a strange feeling to be in the presence of her innocence. At 7 I know I wasn’t adjusted with the same ease, my dad was not the hero he is to her and quite frankly subtraction wasn’t really one of my worries, as much as life as a whole was. So now as I sit on the phone with her, I am relishing in her innocence. Appreciating every moment that is with her, because I know that these times, rarely last.