I don’t have a sister, but I’ve always wanted one. I’ve always been a little jealous of my friends when they talk about how close they are to their sisters. Someone who knows them better than anybody, someone who they can call up at any time for no reason, someone who is always there, someone who knows everything.
Some days I wish that Anakha had a sister. While her and Ty have good days and can be very close, it’s still not the same as a bond with a sister. She’s asked for a sister even. But we’re done having kids, despite the moments of baby fever I’ve been having, we’re done.
She had a sister for over a year. A sort of adopted sister while we were living up north. A little girl named Naomi, who was a few years older than Anakha, who lived at our house from the time we got home from work until we had to send her home for bed. And most weekends too.
My heart aches when I think of Naomi, wondering where she is and what she’s doing. I would have done anything to bring her home with me, to take her out of the north with us. Her father did the best he could for her and her many siblings as a single father working strange hours. But in my opinion she was better off with us.
She grew on me and Craig. We took her with us when we went to the store, to the races, to the playground. She was like a third child (this was before Lukie). I adored her and how good she was with Anakha and Ty. And her manners were amazing. She taught my kids to bring their plates over to the counter when they were done eating. She helped them through arguments, and told me when they were getting in too much trouble. But most of all, she was a sister to Anakha. Another girl in the house that Anakha could confide in, do makeup with, play barbies with.
I remember we would get home from work, and as we were pulling into the driveway, Naomi would pop out from behind the shed. She waited there for us to get home, she didn’t really have anywhere else to go. The first few times she came over she was very leery of Craig, especially when he played with Anakha and Ty. She would stand back and watch him play with amazement. You could see the longing in her eyes when I would give Anakha hugs and kisses, and I’d have to give her a hug too.
She was always welcome with open arms into our house, and still would be. I just wish she lived closer.