Every day, I expect you to shake me awake and smile at me.
Calling your name, I exit my bedroom and yawn.
"Lola? Up already?" asks Papa, who's cooking pancakes sleepily.
"I was not feeling tired. Where's Ella?" I ask as I look through the open window, revealing the break of dawn.
Papa pulls me into his arms and looks down at me sadly.
"Sorry Lola, your sister won't be with you today, but she will be watching over you from up there," he says, pointing to the ceiling.
Ella, that's when I remember, that you left me and went up there without saying goodbye. Once again I'm mad at you and crying into Papa's arms.
About the Creator
Gia
"To gain your voice, you have to forget about having it heard." - Allen Ginsberg
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What I think
Until I read
What I say.” - Mary Flannery O'Connor
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