Oh yes to that second one! I'd try so hard not to, but my younger brother's tears (and laughter, too) would set me off whether I wanted it to or not. (And the laughter could be "dangerous" if it was when our father was disciplining us for some reason .... :-D)
The Sister In Question, here. I remember my big sister being the one who understood and could help. She always stroked small tendrils of my hair, tucking them behind my ears and listening, saying, "Yeah, yeah..." Boil down all the books on parenting, and what are we supposed to do when they're sad? Love, listen, and reflect: yeah, yeah... She knew how innately.
No, I didn't cry when she did. It mostly freaked me out -- fair or not, she was supposed to always have it together. I think she usually hid from me when crying -- protective, even in tears.
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I quite like this second one. It would be nice to have such a bond to someone.
Oh, these are nice! Different types of warmth, for sure! Very nice!
I like these images of being together and in time with each other.
Nice! I especially am intrigued by the second one. Did she cry with you too?
Oh yes to that second one! I'd try so hard not to, but my younger brother's tears (and laughter, too) would set me off whether I wanted it to or not. (And the laughter could be "dangerous" if it was when our father was disciplining us for some reason .... :-D)
What a kind hearted person you are, crying with your sister. I liked both haiku. Car journeys taken as a child are somehow very memorable.
What sweet memories...I loved these haiku.
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beautiful images of a close family!
The Sister In Question, here. I remember my big sister being the one who understood and could help. She always stroked small tendrils of my hair, tucking them behind my ears and listening, saying, "Yeah, yeah..." Boil down all the books on parenting, and what are we supposed to do when they're sad? Love, listen, and reflect: yeah, yeah... She knew how innately.
No, I didn't cry when she did. It mostly freaked me out -- fair or not, she was supposed to always have it together. I think she usually hid from me when crying -- protective, even in tears.
These few lines reveal such depth of feeling. Wonderful!
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