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This is a way of making myself write something coherent and grammatically correct almost every day. I'm opinionated and need an outlet. I'm also prone to flights of fancy. Thanks for stopping by. |
| My two nieces, although sisters, were very different from each other. The younger one was shy and stand-offish. I see her the most now, because she lives nearby, and has two children of her own. She wants them to spend time with their grandfather and great-grandfather who can be found together frequently where I live. She was adorable as a child, and is a beautiful young woman. Her older sister was outgoing, affectionate, and a show-off. I have very fond memories of spending time with her before I moved out of town, and became somewhat disconnected.When I lived away, we saw each other on holidays and special occasions, but it was never quite the same. She, too, is a lovely young woman with a baby, but lives about 6 hours or more away. When she was an only child, I spent a lot of time with her. I remember making cookies with her. She was wearing patent leather shoes, white socks, a white blouse, pink sweater, and a pink and lavender plaid wool skirt. She was so intent on her cookies. I let her stand in the kitchen chair while she cut her cookie shape. She lost her footing and fell forward onto the table getting flour all over her pretty clothes and face. I expected her to cry. But no, she got upright with a little help, and went on shaping her cookie and placing on the pan. I cooked them no matter what they looked like. There have been hard times in my life, and all I had to do was remember making cookies with her, and a smile would come to my face, and life didn't seem so terrible. Another time, I came home for a weekend visit and went by their house in town. They were in the yard. When my 3 year old niece saw me (by then she had a baby sister), she ran over to the chain link fence calling my name. I reached over the fence, and she leaped into my arms. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I will treasure moments like these forever. Time spent with a child is never wasted. The memories grow more valuable with time. |
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