Carolyn

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"Leann, Leann! Come play dolls with me please." My 10-year-old sister says running into my room. I look up from my book, her red curly hair is bouncing in time with her.

"Give me just a minute to finish this chapter and then I'll be in okay Caro?" I ask.

She nods, she turns, and skips back down the hall. I grin and turn my attention back to my book, I finish the chapter cursing the author, slipping the bookmark in the book I stand up. I toss the book back onto my yellow blanket. I head towards Caro's room.

"Hey, Caro!" She jumps, and turns, she has a grin spread across her face and her grey eyes are dancing. I sit on the grey rug in the middle of Caro's room.

"So, what do you want to do!" I ask.

"I told you, I want to play dolls!" She exclaims, I nod my head laughing. She gets up and grabs her dolls. She hands me a doll. Caro and I have been playing together for about an hour when my mom and dad come by, they have a confused look in their eyes. I wave as they pass.

"Leann? What are you doing?" Mom asks, what does she mean? I'm playing with Carolyn, isn't it obvious.

"Very funny mom," I respond thinking she's joking.

"Oh honey I miss her too." Mom mutters. Now I am really confused. Mom comes into Caro's room and gets down on the ground and pulls me into a hug. Over her shoulder I see Carolyn give me a shrug but her grey eyes that were once dancing are now heavy with sadness.

"What do you mean mom! Who do you miss?" I ask. Mom pulls back and looks me in the eyes.

"I miss your sister of course." She says concern lacing her voice.

"Carolyn? Mom she's right behind you." I reply. Mom looks really confused at this point.

"Leann, Caro's been dead for 3 years now. Are you sure you're okay?" Mom says, I look down at the doll I am holding. It has red curly hair and beautiful stormy grey eyes...just like Caro did. I pull the doll close to my chest, standing up look back down at my mom and look at my dad as I pass, I walk back to my room and put the doll on the nightstand where it has stayed for the past 3 years.

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