The empty bed

My little sister was only 4. My parents named her peony. This name has several meanings including healing, bashfulness and peony is also a kind of flower. Anyways, she was just different. She never cried. She was always happy. She lived in her own happy little bubble but sucks for her, she never got enough consideration. Our parents were very busy people and I had lots of college work to keep me as busy as a dynamo. Well, she always talked to me when I was busy on my computer, said really wierd things. My parents and I always ignored her. We ignored her strange drawings too. Considering her age, we never gave it much thought. I always thought peony was a compulsive liar when she said stories about how her best friend asked her to play with her under the bed, how her teacher was actually robotic alien who can abduct her and how her dolls turned into perky cats and chased her. We should've taken it seriously but by the time we found her bed empty one morning, she was gone. It was already too late.