Remember, He's Not There

Therapy?

*2-4*

"Good morning, Mrs. Olgolsby!" The lady, her mother, says. She acts chipper, but she's scared. The two ladies begin talking. But I don't listen to them. The small girl is playing with the blocks in the corner. She looks over at her mother and smiles slightly, then she sees me and her eyes shine. She waves me over and I walk to her. She seems fine to me, why does she have to go to the doctor? I sit with her. "What do you wanna do A?" She asks me and stares up excitedly at me. I smile back. I'm oddly excited. I love when she wants to play with me. I love playing with her honestly. I'm only a little older than her. Though I age rather strangely. "Rowan, mommies going to go out in the other room now. Be good for Mrs. Olgolsby." Her mom smiles down at her. She grabs the dual stroller and walks out. She had twins. How strange would it have been if Rowan was a twin. I think for a moment and decide I'd hate that. I like just having her. "Good morning Rowan." The lady smiles and sit beside us. Rowan blinks her light grey blue eyes at the lady. She doesn't like talking to many people. "Do you know why you're here today?" She asks gingerly. "Uhh- no.." Rowan replies looking confused. She drags out the "o" a bit longer than necessary. "We're here to talk about A." She says quietly. The small girl looks over at me. She moves strips of her hair out of her eyes awkwardly because she's still little. The lady looks to where I'm sitting. "Is A beside us Rowan?" My little girl nods her head. "How old is A, Rowan?" She asks. "He's seven." Rowan replied quietly. The lady nods and writes on her little pad. "Is A a boy or girl? What does he look like?" She asks. "A is a boy. He's taller, bigger than me. Smart. Uhh, he's got dark hairs. And dark eyes. Umm his teeths are sorta sharp.." She trails off. She looks down. "Rowan do you like having A around?" The little girl keeps her head down and says nothing. That hurts a lot. Why? Why does this hurt me? "Rowan?" The lady asks. She tilts her head up to me. "I like A. He's fun. He talks to me a lot and he never keeps me sad long. He gives me uh-ohs sometimes. And he's sometimes really, really scary. He keeps me safe though. Very safe." She's quiet now. I feel kind of good now. The lady asks her other questions about me she responds barely. Time passes but the session goes no where. Eventually her mother comes in. The session is now over, and we head home.