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
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