It has been a long time

I felt strange staring at this family cemetery was I supposed to be here? I tried to call my sister back, but she is eight. She was skipping and singing. What do you think? She asked, proudly. We had gone further than ever before. I was not sure we were still on grandpa’s farm. “Come see!” she insisted. It was an old headstone The lettering was almost washed away by time I could barely see the year, I gasped when I saw the name This had been the name of my invisible friend. She had played with me for years before my mother told me she was make-believe Now I knew that she was not. I stared at the faded lettering Was she an ancestor? Who would know? I heard her voice whisper in my ear. “It has been a long time!” I ran screaming from the place