My
parents left home
Just
for a few days
But
we were young enough
We
still needed a sitter
Or
rather I was 12
And
could take care of myself
But
probably not sufficiently aware
To
care for 4 younger siblings
That’s
why Aunt Julie visited
To
make sure no one died
The
house stayed standing
And
injuries remained minor
I
don’t remember much
But
there was that day
When
I think we had been stuck inside
For
far too long
And
just needed to get out
And
we kind of needed groceries
So
Julie took us on an excursion
It
seemed funny to me
Walking
across our whole neighborhood
To
get to the store
Something
serendipitously new
I
carried the milk jug
In
one hand
All
the way home
In
complete bliss
Despite
the distance
As
I took sweet icy bites
From
the quiescently frozen
Grape
flavored confection
Happily
gripped in my other hand
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