My sister, Winter.
She got her name because she was
Born four days
Before Christmas.
The day Winter started,
December 21.
It would always get hectic
During December,
Buying gifts and planning
A party.
Then having Christmas
Right after.
December is just a month
Full of spending money.
I'm sure all the stores
Love that time of year.
Our names should be
Plated in gold
on their walls because
Of how many times
We go into their buildings and
Waste our money.
I miss times like that,
Even if it was
Wasteful.
I miss
The craziness.
I miss having
Problems everywhere.
I miss every second
Of every minute
Of every hour
Of every moment.
But we got through it.
We always did.
Together, too.
That's how it was
For 16 years.
For 16 years,
It was perfectly fine.
Jeez,
I killed someone
When I was just
16 years old.
Crazy to think about.
YOU ARE READING
Sal
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