“Those were the days of our lives. The bad things in life were so few…”
The record player was softly humming to me. Freddie spoke to me, his kind, gentle, demeanor translating through the speaker. I heard a light set of footsteps coming. “Do you need anything?” My sister.
“Come here?” I said. I could hear her feet cross in front of me, and although unable to see her, could feel her presence.
Reaching for her wrist, I ran my hands up her arm and cupped her cheek in my hand.
“Round face, long hair, and small ears.”
“Perfect,” she said.
“Small nose, thin eyebrows, and thin lips,” I say, my hands navigating her face.
“Smooth skin, round eyes, and-”
She stood up, and I grasped her shoulders.
“That was perfect,” I could hear her begin to cry.
“Shh, don’t cry, love.”
“I just want you to see me.”
Warm tears fell down my face. “I just want to see my sister.”
We sat, holding each other’s tear-stained faces, listening, a bittersweet conclusion to our daily endeavor.
“Those days are all gone now but one thing is true. When I look, and I find…I still love you.”