This is the kind of picture for me that makes me happy and sad at the same time. It's not a great photo, cause it's a photo I took of a photo in a frame, if that makes any sense. It's me (left) kissing my sister (right) on the cheek. I think I must have been about 3 or 4 years old in this pic, which would have made her 10 or 11. At this age I didn't even know my sister was different. I guess I really didn't understand that she had some developmental disabilities until I began school. Even then, she was my sister and I spent 21 years of my life trying to be the best little sister I could be. Ask anyone, I was the most protective of my sister and would get angry when people would stare at her in the store because she was different...because she used a wheelchair...because she wasn't what our society considers "normal"...
I miss you, sissy.
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