My Sister Rachel
Aug
17
One day, when we were teenagers, our father asked my younger sister Rachel and me to go with him our mother to a birthday party of one of their friends.
Rachel did not want to go. I begged her to come with us. “There’d be only old people in that party. If you won’t come, I’ll have no one to talk to there,” I told her.
Rachel shrugged her shoulders and said, “What makes you think I’ll talk to you?” She was just kidding, but come to think of it, I’d feel awful if my sister would not want to talk to me.