Friday, September 30, 2005
I once believed that life was gift. I thought whatever I wanted I would someday posses. Is that greed,or only youth?Is it hope or stupidity? As far as I was concerned the future was a book I could write to suit myself, chapter after chapter of good fortune. All was right with the world, and my place in it was assured, or so I thought then. I had no idea that all stories unfold like white flowers, petal by petal, each in its own time and season, dependent on circumstance and fate. The future is something no on can foretell.
My family has always traveled to many place. People said we were blessed,and maybe that was true. My mother was teacher for DODDES. My little sister Anna was wild has she was beautiful out playing and running around with out a care. I was least among them, noting special, just a girl. I was moody, dark, shy,Still they called my Pocahontas for my hair was long and flowing like hers. Anna was made out of laughter and moonlight, but I was nothing like her. Unlike my fearless sister, I was afraid of thunder and lighting. I coundnt get a good nights sleep in less I had my sister or a cat with me. But I was the one who good sit all day at the piano and play. I was Kayla who never smiled at anyone, who would rather be by my self or playing on the paino.I was shy and ill at ease, uncomfortable with girls my own age, unwilling to talk to the boys at school.I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was to busy dreaming.I never notice when people said hello to me. I was busy thinking about the future to come. When my mother sent us to store, I was too timid to enter the shop and sent my sister in my place.
Anna would laugh at how fainthearted I was.
They won't bite you, she said
All the same, I kept my distance. I didn't mind if the she went in. Anna would buy candy and share it with me.I was a reflection of what she was, a dark pond to mirror her moonlight. I hugged her, grateful that she didn't notice I was less than she was.
i miss what i used to be ;
