September 7th

The sun shining on my face as we walked in the breeze towards the swingset. This was before the drugs, the running away, the constant fighting with yourself. I'd like to think you were happiest with me on the swingset, watching the football teams run by as we kicked our feet, happily spraying sand all over. Sometimes taking your sister and her sister to the swings with us, back when they trusted you. We'd be joined by What's-His-Face, awkwardly flirting with us, though you didn't like him (but I secretly thought he was kind of cute). We'd talk about school stuff since you were finally getting to go to one for the first time in years, talk about your cat and your little brother, listen to P!nk and Avril Lavigne, and just hang out. We'd talk about our futures and boys and just be kids. You were the first family member that I got to be truly friends with, and at night in my dorm room, I think back and smile like the sun was still shining on my face eight years ago. Often, I wonder if you think of it too wherever you are and if you're thinking of me too.