Excerpt: Spaces Between Words
I have had four sisters. Two are still living; two have died. Each one has left an indelible mark upon the person I have become; each one has equally impacted the person I have failed to become. Each is like a thread in a tapestry woven together; each represents a broken thread in places which compose that tapestry. Each thread represents deep, fierce love; each thread represents equally deep animosity, jealousies, and pettiness. I would walk through fire to rescue my sisters; they would walk through fire to rescue me. We have unflinchingly hurt each other; we have forgiven each other just to turn around and commit trespasses once again against the other. What to do with these relationships? What to do with the broken treads in the tapestry of sisterhood?
My second oldest sister looked through me like I was never there. She the sainted, self-appointed judge of the world our lives inhabited. Inconsequential self, I mattered little in her formation of the world our lives inhabited. She, larger than myth, established her strength through emotional manipulation. Quite simply, she made me feel as if I did not matter. I never mattered to her. She, twenty-two years older than me. That gap was insurmountable.
Copyright 2019, Jenny W. Andrews
This is the beginning of my memoir “Spaces Between Words.” Please let me know what you think.
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