My Sister might tell it differently but not by much.
When I was 5 or 6 she and her friend were harassed by boys.
She was 10 or 11.
I ran at the boys kicking and screaming, my temper was fierce even then.
The boys threw me over a hedge.
I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I wouldn’t change her for Bristol 411 series 2.
She’s 50 something now and I’m 49 and we still remember it.
I think it stood out.
Something so small something important.
It’s sharing your life.
Something’s good, her teaching me to play chess when she had the mumps.
Something bad, her putting salt in my tea, and wiggling her finger!
Something good knowing we loved each other and me regretting putting Ajax in her coffee.
I will one day forgive not being able to say goodbye to my Jackdaws foot, and I may have done a little more work when we cleaned the kitchen for Mum. Using our “Special Way.”
But I love knowing she’s there for me, and that she cares for me, because she’s special.
Love you Vanetta x