Spookyness

My Sister's Sculpture

*Found on facebook*

My mother told me about it when I was around 6 years old. She told me I wasn’t an only child, I was one of two little girls. You see, she told me that when I was first born along with my twin sister, she died the evening she was born. She never told me why or how she died..or thwn they had the funeral for her. She told me about my father going into a deep sense of mourning, and so to let us never forget my little sister my father made a sculpture of her.

She was painted to every last detail. Her cute blue eyes to the little dimples in her cheeks. My father would copy me as a reference since we were twins, and as I grew up I thought the sculpture was of me, but now that my mother cleared this all up I felt more close to the sculpture than I did before.

It wasn’t long until I noticed that every year; on my birthday my father would replace the sculpture and now the sculpture looked the same age as me. as if the sculpture would follow me as I aged.

My father continued to do this well into my teenage years, capturing her older and more mature features and the change in her face.

On my 18th birthday I realised I could not sleep. I was wondering how my father made the sculpture so detailed to me so late into the night. Perhaps he took a photo of me and paints it in every detail? I was curious so I decided to creep my way downstairs to see if I could catch my father making the sculpture, and as I peeked my head around the kitchen door I felt all the color of my face drain.

There, on the kitchen table my father was injecting the sculpture with a liquid as he whispered, “You will always be my little sculpture,” as I watched the sculpture’s hand twitch.