Elsie Taylor knew nothing more than the life that involved the constant moving around. She had always thought that it was normal to not have a place to call home, as she was too young to understand what was really going on.
"I knew nothing more tha...
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| Milo Taylor |
"That's your outfit, and that's mine" the little girl holding my hand, whom had dragged me out of bed this morning, as I had offered to Henry, that I could take a day off from work, to look at the school my sister was enrolled to go to, as well as the many others that my brother had also put in an expression of interest to send her, if she did not like the first one.
Knowing Elsie, she would just comply to what Henry or the rest of us wanted of her, and that made me smile down at the little girl that had made our outfits as close as possible, but the thing that caught my eye, was the matching shoes. She had found her old shoes that were on their last days, and my own pair of Converse, to match hers. She had matched our shoes.
"Wow, thanks Elsie" the tears in my eyes said it all, as the little girl in front of me, beamed at me, as I had been sorting out her closet while she was watching TV in my room, but little did I know, that she was going through my closet. I felt a little protective, of the stuff that I had pushed to the back of my cupboard, and made sure that it was locked, as I never wanted anyone to find it, ever.
And especially not my little sister. She would be scarred for life if she found those things, and maybe it was time to move them out of here, and into somewhere else, but the thing with Elsie, is she is inhibiting every room of this house, and bringing back a sense of joy and love into this house, that we had been lacking for so long. She was literally jumping on the spot, as I pulled her into me, as she wrapped her arms around me.
"How about I get you dressed first, and then I'll get dressed while you watch some TV, yeah?" she just nodded at me, as she sat down beside her outfit, as I took each piece of clothing off her, before replacing it with a new one, not staring too long at her injuries, but some of them looked as though they weren't healing as fast as others, if not, getting worse.
Henry had said that it was best to get her settled, and to see if some of these injuries would heal first. To a degree, they were, but for most part, they weren't, and I could see the pained look the little girl in front of me would give me if I grazed too close to one or even just looked at them. I knew she would never say something hurt, because deep down, I saw a mirror image of the little boy in me, in my little sister.
Never wanting to be the problem, because that would hurt other people. I never wanted to say to my parents that I had a bad injury, as I never wanted to burden them. Even Henry doesn't know half of the shit that has gone on in my life, and call me a bad brother for not confiding in him, as much as he may towards me, and occasionally lying, but it was for the better.
Henry already had a lot on his plate, and I had never once wanted to add to it, if not, take something off it, so that it wouldn't break. Deep down I was sure Henry knew this was my way of healing our torn family, hence why he probably never said anything to me. "There you go" and with that, my little sister was propped up with pillows, as I left the bathroom door open a crack, before walking into the shower, and getting myself ready for the day.
