Marie et moi

Ever since I “met” Marie thoughts have been racing in my mind. I mean I have made peace with the fact that papa kept my sister away from me for four years, but now I have to face the truth. Marie and I are sisters. I can’t change that. I don’t want to. At least I don’t think I wanted to.

“Marie! Dire bonjour à Cade.” Papa called up the stairs.

“D’accord Papa.” I hear Marie run down the hall, her feet hitting the wood floor.

A pang of sadness hit me as I heard Marie call my Papa, Papa. But I had promised myself I was okay. I didn’t care. I was okay, I would be okay. Papa handed the phone to Marie.

“Cade! Je suis allé à un magasin d’art aujourd’hui! Et nous vous acheté de nouveaux crayons!” Marie spoke fast, blurring the awkwardness between us. “C’est un secret!”

“D’accord, un secret.” I looked out the window as we talked. Telling her about my day and dreaming that there wasn’t a divide between us. I didn’t want to have to get to know my little sister through phone calls and letters. I wanted experiences together.

xx,

cade