I babysat the next night.
Two little kids: Tayla and Tyler Wentworth.
They were cute kids.
It was hard to believe their parents trusted me with them.
I couldn't even take care of myself.
They were easy to watch. For most of the night, they sat and colored.
"This is for you," Tayla said, handing me her drawing.
"It's our family," she said.
The picture showed (with clear labels) a mommy and a daddy and Tayla and Tyler.
In between Tayla and Tyler was a taller stick figure with long hair.
"Who's that," I asked.
"That's you!"
**
As I tucked them in bed they kissed me goodnight.
"I love you, Cait! You're the bestest baby sitter ever," she smiled, "can you be my big sister?"
I smiled, "sure, punkin."
"Wuv you, Cait," Tyler spit out in his toddler vernacular.
"I wuv you, too, big guy," I kissed him and put him to bed.
**
Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth smiled when they saw the picture Tayla drew me.
"Oh, they sure do love you," Mrs. Wentworth laughed.
"They're good kids," I smiled.
"We love having you Cait. You can come over any time. Not just for babysitting," she said.
"I know," I smile, "I will."
I wouldn't.
When I got home, I was incredibly saddened by the next note I had to write. Some tears dripped down onto the paper by accident.
Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth (and Tayla and Tyler),
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. I really wish I could be your big sister.
YOU ARE READING
R.S.V.P.
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