My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her. The last thing May says to me is ‘When our hair is white, we’ll still have our sister love.” ― Lisa See, Shanghai Girls
Katie is leaving for the Red Sox game with her dad. Brooke and I are upstairs in the guest room cum play room cum storage room cum Dear God this room is a mess room. Brooke is ensconced in the window seat, reading Ten In The Bed, impervious to, if not rather comfortable in, the chaos around her.
Katie comes up to say goodbye. She gives me a hug, then yells over her shoulder as she walks toward the door.
“Love you Brooke.”
Brooke responds quietly, her nose in the cardboard book.
“I’ll miss you. Katie.”
Katie doesn’t hear her. She continues to walk toward the door.
Brooke says it again.
“I’ll miss you, Katie.”
Katie stops and turns around, then takes a couple of steps back toward her sister. She stops, still a few feet away.
“I’ll miss you too, Brooke,” she says. “Do you want a hug or no?”
“Let’s do this,” Brooke says, wrapping her arms around herself.
Katie stands where she is and follows suit. They each now have their own arms wrapped around their own shoulders.
Katie drops her arms to her sides and smiles. None of this is momentous to her. It just is.
“See ya, Brooke,” she says.
“See ya, Katie,” Brooke responds, her nose already back in the book.
Across the room, their Mama sits on the bed in awe of her children, knowing how incredibly blessed she is to have them and wondering if they have any idea just how lucky they are to have each other.