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| My Kid Sister |
| 04.05.04 (3:16 pm) [edit] |
It happened during the fifth inning of a baseball game. David and I were shoving baseball gloves into each other’s faces and Mom was eating a hotdog.
“Ouch,” she said. “Someone just kicked me.”
I turned around and looked towards the row of seats behind us. Strangely, no one was within kicking distance. I was confused but also relieved. Though I imagined my muscles were big compared to those of other eight-year olds, I knew I couldn’t defend Mom against a real adult. My eyes drifted back to the game… and my glove found its way back into David’s face.
“Oh,” she yelled. “Aggghhhh.”
“What is it Mom,” David asked.
“MOSES,” she screamed.
“Moses?” I asked.
“I’m having another one,” she replied.
Then the water broke…. all over our shoes and shelled peanuts.
Luckily, a paranoid schizophrenic offered to drive us to the hospital. His name was John the Baptist, and he had heard her scream Moses’ name out loud. He wanted the driving time to tell us the truth about God.
“He was a nice man,” Mom would say later.
“He drove like a nut,” I replied.
“He was a nut,” David reminded us.
“Well, he took good care of you two in the waiting room,” Mom said.
When David, John the Baptist and I entered the delivery room six hours later, Mom was holding a new prize. Her name was Becky and she was… so small. She barely fit in Mom’s arms.
“Is she real?” I asked.
David smacked the side of my head. “Of course she is, dumb ass.”
“Then why is she so small,” I asked.
“Because she’s a baby, dumb ass.”
Mom ignored us. “Would either of you like to hold her?” she asked.
David furiously shook his head. “Uh uh, no way. She’ll break,” he said.
I was scared I’d break her too. But it wasn’t often I had the chance to do something my brother wouldn’t or couldn’t do. I held out my arms.
“You’re ten feet away from the bed,” Mom said. “You have to come over here.” I shuffled across the hospital room until I was beside her. I again held out my arms.
“You have to open your eyes,” she said. I opened my eyes. She laughed and slowly lowered Kayla into my arms. I looked down into the little eyes that were already intensely staring upwards into my own… and I was terrified.
I knew those eyes. Fierce, deep, dark brown… they were his… his fucking eyes! My heart beat uncontrollably. I wondered who she was. I wondered what she was. I wondered how [i]he [/i]could do this to me.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I said under my breath. “WHO?”
She didn’t respond. But Mom was smiling. “You’re so good with her,” she said.
I wanted to drop her. I wanted to throw her. I wanted to do whatever I could to save us from [i]him[/i]. And I would have. I wasn’t scared at all. My eyes were fixed on hers, hers were fixed on mine, and I knew it was time. I turned towards the windows.
“Have you seen her eyes?” Mom asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Why?” I looked out the window. I saw only clear skies.
“They look just like yours,” she said.
I desperately shook my head.
“It’s true,” Chad said. I was startled. I hadn’t known he was in the room. I looked at him and back down at her. I felt his gaze. I looked deeper into her eyes to escape it. It didn’t help. I closed my eyes and tried to get away. That didn’t help either. I cringed. God please help me, I thought.
“She’s your sister,” John the Baptist said. “There’s no question about that.”
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