Enjoy another musical story called When We Were Kids!
Today’s story is inspired by the song Kids by OneRepublic!
When We Were Kids
Delaney placed her hand over Andrew’s. She felt his tear roll off his cheek and land on her skin. She didn’t dare move. “Do you remember when we were kids?” she asked, “When we went camping on summer weekends with Mom and visited Dad in whatever country he flew to that week? We always had each other, right?”
Andrew squeezed his thighs as another bout of tears forced themselves to the surface. Mourners in their black clothes holding umbrellas over their heads passed by offering their condolences. He shifted in the plastic seat and pulled his jacket hood farther over his eyes. “Do you remember when we were kids?” he asked, “And you jumped out of the treehouse to prove that you could fly?
“You should have been hurt, but you were indestructible. Fearless. Mom and Dad squealed in absolute horror. You said she sounded like a banshee. Before they could run outside to grab us, I jumped out of the treehouse after you so that we would both be in trouble. No one ever understands the bond that connects twins.”
Delaney laughed and wiped the corner of her eye with her free hand.
“I remember that. We always did everything together, and when we went to different colleges we still made time for each other. I wish we were still kids, when everything was simpler. When we could live in a treehouse for a week and no one would questions us.”
“You were always more courageous than me. Took risks. You didn’t care what others thought about you. It didn’t matter what you did, you did it flawlessly. I’m the one who broke my arm after we jumped out. I’m the one who couldn’t make it through college or decide what to do with my life. And yet, you’re the one who ended up here…”
Delaney tried to hold onto his hand as he kneeled on the grass in front of the headstone. He traced his fingers along the name of his twin sister in the stone and the range between the years that was far too small.
“I’m still here,” she placed her hand on his shoulder wishing that he could feel her touch, “I’m still with you.”
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