My Girls
by
Heather B. Hydrick
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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My Girls
Copyright © 2011 by Heather B. Hydrick
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“Holy cow those girls are annoying!” I thought to myself as they played Rumplestiltskin for the thirty seventh time this month. Yes they are only children, But sometimes I wish that children knew what teenagers knew. At least they would know how to be quiet. But I guess I have to give them credit. They are pretty good actresses for being three, five, and six years old. They are my girls. They are actually my cousins, but they feel more like sisters. They don’t call me by my first name. They call me “sissy”. When I hear them yell that name, I feel special. And I know that I will always be there for them. I’m gonna have to beat boys off with a stick in about five years. I never want anyone to hurt my girls. I try to be as sisterly as I can.
I am an only child. I probably always will be. My father died before I was born. I never knew him, or what he looked like. Mama said he didn’t like his picture taken. My mom never found anyone that in her opinion was good enough, or special enough for us. I live with my grandparents. My mother lives next door to my house. I go over to her house everyday after she gets home from work to spend time with her. I’ve lived with my Gramma and my Papa since I was born. When I was about four, my mama moved to Columbia, South Carolina, about an hour from where I live with my Grandparents. She moved next door to us about two years ago. Before that, she lived with us for about three years after she left Columbia. When she moved back, I was nine years old. Since she moved back, I get to see her everyday instead of every weekend like it was when she lived in Columbia. That’s another reason why my girls are so special to me. I’ve never had any real siblings, so they make up for it by being my “sisters”.
My girls come visit about once a week. They consider me their sister. Especially when I give them piggy-back rides. “Giddy up cowboy!” they yell as I run with them holding tight around my neck, securing themselves as I bounce along riding them all over the house. I set them down on the couch after the piggy- back ride. It never fails, they always say “Again!, Again!”. After the first ride my back already hurts. But of course I still give them another ride. I love to look back and see them clinging on to me, smiling and laughing.
When we sit down to eat lunch, it’s always a show. For example, today we had mac and cheese. Maddie, being the comedian shoves piles of mac and cheese into her mouth, looks and me and tries to smile with a mouthful of food. Olivia, the youngest, looks at Maddie, rolls her little eyes and says “Maddie, you’re so silly!” Then Shanna, the laid back sweet middle child comes over and gives me a big bear hug. She looks up at me and says “ I love you sissy”. Those four words, I put up with all the chaos, the stories, the plays, and the noise. Then again, sometimes I’m loud with them just for the fun of it.
After lunch, we do arts and crafts. Maddie always draws animals. Shanna always draws something that has to do with ballet or a princess. Olivia draws squiggles and lines and says it’s a pony. I wouldn’t trade anything for that picture of a squiggle pony.
My girls mean everything to me. Even when they get on my nerves, I will still always love them. They’re just so darn cute! Those four words “I love you sissy”, it means more to me than they will ever know. They mean more to me than they will ever know. I’m so glad I have the privilege of watching them grow up. I love being able to teach them things, and being able to help them with their problems, however big or small they may be. They look up to me, and I don’t want to let them down. After all, they are my girls.
Dedicated to Madison, Shanna, and Olivia (My Girls)