My Sister the Dandelion

My Sister the Dandelion “I didn’t feel it, I didn’t hear it. I knew it was there. Like a dandelion seed floating by my ear. I sensed it.” Jim said to his sister. He expected no answer. A tear dropped, splashing closed eyelids. “I know you are here, I feel that too.” “Come on, Jim.Continue reading “My Sister the Dandelion”