as your little brother and sister looked up at me from behind curious eyes,
an image came to mind.
Walking there alongside me.
Your crooked brown pigtails bouncing.
Laughter in your blue eyes.
I could see you there as the proud big sister.
Playing mother hen to the twins.
Showing them off to passers by.
"There are two," you might say, just in case someone hadn't noticed.
I imagined teaching you about the water coming over the waterfall beside me,
pointing out things in the nature that surrounds us,
and singing songs to you the way I do with your siblings.
I could see how things might have been,
had things been different.
A snapshot of another life.
A life where the five of us,
our complete family,
are all together.
And maybe we are,
in some other space,
in some other universe.
Maybe we had to sacrifice being together here,
so that we could live in that snapshot there?