I waited for my little sister to appear in the doorway of church today. She was coming later, after Sunday school had finished. Fine. That arrangement worked.
Except she didn’t show up.
I won’t lie. I’m shy.
I like to see people that I know (as in my family). I like to turn around and know they’re there…especially when the introverted half of me starts acting up. And my little sister? She could be called my “security” at times. If you want to be strictly honest. I like to have her there, pretty much…well, all the time. And today, Sunday morning, she didn’t show up.
I went to play my violin. Okay, not too worried. She’s probably just running late, will appear in a second. Nope. I kept looking through up at the door. Waiting. Evneutally my violin started squalling for attention, and we had to have a little talking-to about playing in tune. And then the service started and the music (playing those little notes in tune) swallowed my focus.
But I know she didn’t come in. I kept checking.
Maybe if I hadn’t been on crèche it would have been bad. Terrible even. But I took over for someone else, and went out with the little kids to watch them flick sand and slid down slides and smash biscuit crumbs up my arms (thanks, my little nephew). That distracted me. Okay, no big deal, I told myself. She’ll have a good reason. And if she doesn’t, I’ll so jump on her when I get home.
I did get home. And she did have a good reason. And I didn’t die being all by myself at church (but I could have. It was a very real possibility). My little Notebook sister was sick. Cold. I forgave her.
But it won’t happen again, will it, mime?
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