It was only four of us that night, we were spending quality time as a family.
You and I got bored and we started playing a game, invented by us, called “stay”. This is the game where you can never stay still. If I touch you, you have to chase me and hit me back. This game has no end.
The hits began to get heavier and heavier. We were running through the mall and pushing each other, even when we heard our mother shouting at us. That game itself was so addicting and powerful, we couldn’t stop!
I was winning, I had hit you right in the middle of your back and so you were angry and running behind me. Suddenly I saw a puddle of water and jumped, as you were on my heels you didn’t see it. You slipped and fell.
I looked at you and I burst out laughing. You seemed, literally, a fish out of water, twisting your wet body on the floor. In pain, you got up and when I saw you crying I ran for Mommy.
Concerned, she quickened her pace and yelled at me:
– I warned you! You, stop crying! It’s unbelievable, you girls behave like children! – She mumbled.
In silence, we went home. You put up with the pain and I was trying so hard not to laugh, the image of you falling was stuck on my mind. However, I wondered why you were still whining.
Ready to go to bed, you whispered, holding your right pinky:
– Mom, my finger hurts so much…
– Let’s see … It’s not broken. Go to sleep, the pain will go away! – My mother answered.
I smiled and went to sleep. My sister didn’t sleep. She went to the hospital and left with a splint on her finger. My mom adorned her with chocolates and treats, outcome of a heavy conscience. And I lost my laugh when I saw you like that, I never meant to hurt you.
I know whenever your finger hurts, you remember this story. However, I also want you to remember that you stayed. You lost the game we were playing. That night I was the champion of “stay”, and still kept all of my fingers in the place.
Comments are closed.