Jenny and Terry
Jenny died eight years ago, but her sister Terry never let her go.
She speaks to her daily, which worries her parents.
They have taken her to a psychiatrist, but nothing changes.
She is still here, she insists. They do not understand.
Neither has a drop of belief in spirituality.
To them dead is dead; no personality, no soul, nothing.
Terry plays on the hill in front of the pond as often as possible.
For it is there that she sees the reflection of Jenny in the pond.
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