I hadn’t see her in a long time. As small children we ran naked in the ocean in the winter, ran bare foot through the neighborhood.
Even after I moved we played hard and it was my little sister who at two almost burned down her parents wonderful bohemian bungalow.
As teenagers we grew in our separate worlds we lived sixty miles apart but when we were together we told each other everything. I was a quite and awkward child she had a large group of friend they surfed and were private school kids, She live in a very affluent area the parties were huge. Spending time with her was all I cared to do. It was in 1984 that we were really separated. I left the country with my family.
In 1997 I was coming home and a visit with her and her family was important. I was bringing my husband home to meet my western friends and family. We sat draped around each other whispering and asking opinions and advice catching up although the years seem not to dull our friendship.
As we got ready to leave, I turned to her and asked if she would like a name sake. She blanked and then a tear seeped out of her eyes. We weren’t to talk again for seven years
A year later her name sake was born. I knew that this was mine to keep this one would always be close even when she was turned off by me she was mine and I only had the love of my life to share her with for now.
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