once

[creativesoul]

there was a girl that became a woman
i did not know how it happened
i was watching her closely
she was my sister
i have not seen her for seven days- days filled with drugs and alcohol
her husband and her two children are left to wonder where their mommy went, and his wife.
i know about depression and not getting your needs met
but i knew :how to leave" pack up and leave, find a lawyer
no one has seen her for seven days
that is too long
drastic measures have been taken, a hired private detective, and her mother, my very best friend is hysterical with worrry.
she laughs my sister, and it is contagious.
she always seemed to have it so together, doing costumes for the movies.
she was a stylist. She could put 300 dollar shoes after they had been used in a photography shoot perfectly back in he box.She drove fancy cars. she knew everyone in the business. why wont she show up?
i asked to look over her phone bill to see the numbers she called the most.
You know i love her, I am already writing about her like she is gone forever, because she has never been gone this long. Those brown eyes and thick eyelashes,her face that i want to squeeze right now and tell her how much I love her.She cries alone night too often, I want my sister back.
this why we al need to tell each other how much we mean to each other, and I have. sometimes that is not enough.
In Italy the entire family lives on the same street, they talk through the windows while airing the matresses and sheets out.Maybe I need to claim my gratitude because without those little italian ladies helping me with my kids I woud have died.
Once I went to a shooting gallery and there was a black man with a yellow shower cap on, and every body was slammng in there. The man with the shower cap on sad"what about her" and pionted to me
the little crowd I was with said"she is with us."You know that there saved my life.I did not even get it until years later that I was in a dangerous situation. Drugs have that way of convincing you to walk down dark alleys and buy dope from jack the ripper.
I am worried about my sister,she is not like me. she does not have street smarts.I learned early on that "protecting" the child instead of "preparing" the child was my approach as they were going to see smut, it is a part of life. I wanted them to be able to talk to me, and they did. we would joke abut how skanky certain things were.i miss them alot, but they are fine independent boys, i mean young men. the mother thing never goes away
nor does the big sister .