Here is a piece of my autobiography. I was only two at this time, but these feelings are recorded in my heart as "meditative memory."
My sister and I |
Today my mother and my baby sister are coming home! I can
hardly wait to see my little sister. She is too little to play so I am going to help my mama take care of her. Her name
is Jill. Daddy and I get in the car and he drives us to the hospital to get Mama
and the new baby. Mama comes out of the hospital and she is riding in a chair
with wheels on it. The nurse is pushing her. Mama is holding my little sister. She is little.
Daddy takes the baby and Mama gets into the car. I really
want to hold the baby, but Mama and Daddy say I have to wait until we get home.
At home I sit on the couch and Mama puts her pillow on my lap and then she puts my baby sister on top of the pillow. When I look at her, I love her. I love her so much. The love is so big
that I know I loved her from before we came here. I’m so glad to see her again.
I missed her. I’m sad too. There are hard things here and I don’t want her to
get any hurts. I’m her big sister and I will take care of her.