Aunt Sally

Sometimes you like people better as you grow older. . . Growing up, I considered my aunt, Sally, a gossip and a person consumed with envy. She liked to make fun of people, as she did with me over my crying and screaming after taking my beloved hobby-horse for my cousin, Mary. Years later she befriended my mother after the death of my father.. They became inseparable. . . a dragonfly still circling my aunt's farm pond alighting on mother's hand Published September, 2015 Cattails