I am sitting here at the computer trying to find an art website I was sure I had put on favorites when I hear crying outside in my yard. I keep telling myself I am not going to say anything else to the neighborhood kids, but before I can stop myself I am at the door yelling, "What are you kids doing?"
Standing below my porch are my neighbor's children, their friends, and a light brown fluffy dog. Two of them are related; they are brother and sister. The brother who is seven is sobbing and holding his arm.
"She's trying to hurt me, " he whines pointing to his ten year old sister.
She shouts back, "Well, he's always trying to follow me. I've got my own life to live!"
I look at the both of them and say, "I see."
Not long ago, I wanted to follow my sister around too. She is five years older than me, and I just thought she was cool and I wanted her attention. She definitely didn't want to take me anywhere with her.
It is usually like that in most families. That is why I regularly read her diary and got into her clothes and makeup!