A Sister’s Love: The house directly across the street could never hold down its tenants. One time a family moved in for like five minutes. They had a daughter who was my age, and we established a friendship before her bags were unpacked. I don’t remember her name - does that make me a bad friend? The rule in my family was you were not allowed to go into anyone else’s house without asking. One hot summer day, mystery neighbor and I were thirsty, so we walked into her kitchen to fill our cupped hands with ice from the fancy new ice-maker in her fridge. Said fridge was maybe 10 inches away from the door leading out to the driveway where we were playing. I saw my sister watch the entire event from our front yard, then run back into our house. “That bitch is going snitch,” I thought to myself but in a more G-rated way. I hadn’t taken up swearing yet, out loud nor in my head. Sure enough, when I walked into the house, Haley was crying in my mom’s arms. That bitch did snitch. After I got my ass handed to me, I hissed at her, “Why did you do that?” Her dramatic, weepy-eyed response: “I only told because I love you!” She’s been doing lots of other stuff because she loves me ever since.
This is where a bunch of my writing lives.