Asha’s Sisters

Felissa was the first of the three. She lived a million miles away  in California. Melissa came later. We will have a playdate with her one day. Jafortu was the last, named after the label  J42 on the back of a plate, no story.

“Felissa is visiting her grandmother!”

“Melissa was mean to me in school.”

“Jafortu likes mac n cheese just like me. ”

The sisters were always nearby but never quite here.For six months, stories of their likes, dislikes, comings and goings, speckled her 4 year old chatter.

Then last week:

“My sister’s are dead.”

“Oh no!.  I am so sorry.  That is sad.”

“It’s OK.  Blankie, Puppy, and Other Asha are my sister’s now.”

A woven blanket. A small stuffed dog. A brown skinned, black haired puppet. Holdable, huggable, here.

THE SISTERS ARE DEAD!

LONG LIVE THE SISTERS!

 

 

 

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