Four years.I was nine when they left me, when my best friend became my father, when the cancer got bad and I had to learn how to cook and clean and tuck myself into bed at night.Four years.5 years ago in Free Verse
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I was nine when my mother quit her job, and began spending every hour she had in the hospital, when my father began breaking promises and changing rules and getting lost on the highway because the hospital was the only place he knew.
I was nine when I understood what it meant to grow up too quickly, when they pulled me out of my classroom to tell me she was dying, when I realized that losing my sister would end more lives than one.
I was thirteen when they decided they could save her.
I was thirteen when they took her apart, piece by piece, and put her back together again, whole.
I was thirteen when they brought her home, breathing and smiling and laughing like little girls should, when her favorite color was green, when she talked so fast, when she wrote me stories and plays and songs, when she wanted to be an astronaut