My Nickel’s Worth
Thu, 12/24/2020 - 12:00am
When I was five years old, my sister was born. Bryanna had big brown eyes, curly blonde hair, highly intelligent, and as strong and independent as they come. She didn’t need me. She paid me no attention. It was just a horrible thing to be ignored. So, I did the only thing I knew to do: I teased and pestered her until I made her scream. At least she was acknowledging me, right? I whispered in her ear, I tickled her, I put rocks in her shoes, and sang goofy songs until she hit me.