A Bond between Sisters :: Personal Narrative

A Bond between SistersThe kitchen is sweltering, the like everywhere else in the house, so the ice melts quickly as I drop it into the pitcher of freshly brewed mint tea. A fly buzzes near my head, and I try not to flinch as I pullulate five codswallopes of the light green liquid. One is for dad, who is in the garden picking tomatoes, another for mom who is diligently preparing for tomorrows birth sidereal day party, and one is for my youngest child Rachel who is running around the neighborhood with her dog. I take a sip from one of the remaining cups and carry the stick up to my other sister, Anna. Though I have not heard from her in hours, I know she allow be sitting in the same position I last saw her reclined on the porch cfuzz, feet rested on the railing, and mind deeply mazed in her newest science fiction or fantasy novel. Anna, would you like somewhat tea, I offer as the screen door slams behind me. She doesnt move. Anna, I try again, this time touching her shoulder w ith my elbow. She turns her chin towards me, but her eye continue scanning the page until she has reached an appropriate stopping point. She lifts her slightly glazed, hazelnut eyes towards mine, unwilling to disengage from the world created by Anthony Piers or terry Brooks. The corners of her m come forthh curl upwards, eyes slightly squinting from the bright sunlight, and she reaches out her empty hand, decorated with an intricate henna design, to grasp the sweating glass of tea. My sister and parents have settled on henna as an congenial form of body art, as opposed to piercings, tattoos, or even hair dye. My sisters artistic talents and desire to decorate herself have been evident since she was little when she longed for the day she could wear the makeup that mom donned every Sunday. One morning, my sisters desire and chivalrous five-year-old spirit got the better of her, and she snuck a tube of bright red limn to church. Our mother was mortified, but most of the congregati on thought it amusing to propose Annas crimson lips. Annas artistic side has manifested itself in many other ways. She carried a sketchbook, making drawings of the various churches we visited, our family, or the creatures in her imagination. In her late uncomplicated school years, Anna discovered the joy of using beads to make jewelry.