This creative writing piece has to do with processing some of what happened the other day when I saw my family. The story concentrates on my sisters reaction to seeing me and possible reasons for her reaction. I changed the place I saw my family as and the dialoged is fiction. The point of writing is to explored how my sister may have felt during our encounter. The writing is to show how I felt and the validate that my appearance was difficult for her.
I was to be up at 7am and ready to leave town with friends. We were to travel by car two hours away in order to attend a tri-county convention for Fish Keepers. I’d been looking forward to the aquarists gathering because there would be guest speakers with helpful information. I was so giddy I couldn’t sleep. It was if I were going to Disney World the next day. I just couldn’t sleep!
The next day when we arrived at the Tri-County Fish Keepers Convention there were old hobbyists I hadn’t seen for up to 20 years. The reunions were great. I looked forward to seeing old friends but secretly I hoped one hobbyist in particular would be there. I hoped amongst all those beautiful aquariums and make shift ponds, amongst the oldest and most distinguished line of Japanese Koi would be the woman I call mother. I wanted to be there for the fish but I needed to be at the convention to see my mother.
My aged friend Betty sat in her seat snuggled next to the love of her life, Fred. They were sweet to watch. High in the bleacher area the couple sat hand in hand watching all the hobbyists chit chat and flutter around. I felt at peace with them. As we sat there I turned to Betty and said, “Look, that’s my sister. Right by the podium, that’s my sister.” At the time of finding her I’d heard there were nearly 7000 people. Somehow, out of nearly 7000 people I spotted my sister. Betty’s husband Fred handed me binoculars and I confirmed it was her. I’d have to wait to speak to her because the first symposium was about to begin.
I put my sister out of my mind and listened to the speaker. I took a few notes but mostly just listened. At one point I dropped my notebook because I fell asleep. I mean come on, I was up all night with Disney World excitement. Then I was in a warm spot with sweet people, yeah, I nodded off. I woke as soon as my notebook hit the floor. Thank goodness intermission was minutes away.
During the first intermission I rushed down from the “nose bleed section” to the “good seats” to greet my sister. As I rushed to her I thought to myself, how long has it been since I’ve seen her? I think it’s been 10 years. I all but ran up to her but then I stopped. I just stopped dead in front of her. Surely another 10 years passed before I formed the words, “Hi.” She said nothing but gave a scowl harsh enough to make a black bear take a few steps back. I said again, “Hi,” to which she replied, “You thought it was okay to show up out of the blue with no warning what so ever? You thought this, this right here would turn out well? You are exactly as I thought, a troubled and selfish little girl.
As she scolded me for showing up without warning after so long I caught sight of a woman staring at me in shock. Her mouth was open, eyes wide. She was frozen in shock. I said to my mother, “Hi.” She began to cry. “Oh gosh, come on, don’t cry. Don’t do that.” As tears flowed from my mother and I, my sister sighed deeply with dismay and took her leave.
For years my sister acted as confidant and nurse to my mother. She manages her estate and manages her. I could see years of servitude had taken their toll because my sister’s face and eyes looked weathered. She was pristine in appearance, as expected. I always liked that about her. Her hair was perfect, her clothes were just so, but her face was mapped with scars from mother’s scourges she’d endured and the ones she had yet to bear.
During the brief interlude with my sister I knew from her cold wind that this reunion was unwelcome. With a look of disdain I was marked as the selfish sister who thought only of herself and only of a reunion affecting me. My sister’s eyes were filled with fire and rejection. In a twist of her heals and hardening of her heart she turned and dismissed the little sister I used to be and the adult sister I am today. I choked back tears.
For the last 10 years it had been just my sister and my mother. Surely she had gotten into a routine of being the only daughter, the one that mattered, the faithful and good one. I was no longer her worry or part of her life which I’m sure was just fine with her. I believe I was all but wiped from her memory until the day I needed to see my mother. I was no longer part of her memory until the moment I, without warning, walked up and said “Hello.”
CREATIVE WRITING: The Day I Said Hello – Monday, July 02, 2012 – 3:45pm EST written by Destiny of Morton’s Pride