I remember this picture.
I was five and you were eight. The book was a fairy tale that you’d read and wanted to share.Β  It was particularly fitting as I was wearing my favourite dress, the one with the ponies on, and the story was about a magical horse and a princess.
We were so close then, practically inseparable and I looked up to my Big Sister, confident you would look out for me, be there for me and keep me safe.

Mum and Dad were alive then.
Mum took the picture with one of those instant cameras, the ones you took the shot, then waited a few minutes before peeling off the film to reveal the image.
So long ago, and so much has changed.

Fate was cruel and against us, suddenly orphaned a few months later, and separated by the authorities as they could not find a placement for us to be together. No aunts, or other living relatives, we were on our own, and I remember how you said it would be alright and we would be able to visit, ring, or write.
You gave me the book to keep. I read it again and again, gradually able to recite it by heart which is just as well as it was taken away being ‘too childish’ for a now teenager.
I hid my dress, terrified they would take that too, and my last physical memory of the two of us.

We never saw each other again. The telephone was restricted, but I wrote. I still have the single reply I received. Such loneliness and pain, though I didn’t understand at the time.
Your new family moved away to another country, but you never got there. Fate was again cruel and took you from me, yet they survived.

Yes, I remember this picture. Taken over fifty years ago now, but you will always be eight, and I weep that I am no longer five.

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows two young girls standing outdoor looking at a book which both of them are holding jointly.

Written for Sadje’s What do You See 25th April


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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21 Responses to Sisters

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Beautiful and sad πŸ’œπŸ˜Š

  2. trishsplace says:

    Sad storyπŸ€”

  3. Sadje says:

    Oh such a heartbreaking story Di. Thanks for joining in

  4. Lauren says:

    OMG. Di I had to take deep breaths of sadness reading this. Well done.

  5. Oh, that is heart wrenching! So beautiful but so painful at the same time.

  6. murisopsis says:

    You managed to wring tears from me yet again! So well done!

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  8. Chris Hall says:

    Oh Di, this is both beautiful and heartbreaking. Wonderful story-telling.

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