"Daddy says she's different. I don't understand. She is tiny, and pretty in her baby clothes. I love my sister.
She will never talk like me Daddy tells me. She will see angels and play with them, Daddy says.
I want to tell the angels no! I need to learn about her!
Daddy shrugs his shoulders when I cry. His arms are comforting. He carries me to Mom, and she kisses me lovingly.
She massages my back, as we go to say "Goodbye."
My sister looks at me. She sounds like somebody old trying to breathe. There are lots of noises.
The sounds stop. Her eyes close. I think she is asleep.
Daddy sighs, as I kiss her soft head, and shut my eyes to sleep. "
May 21, 2006
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