I haven’t written a weblog in a few years — not deliberately, life simply occurs.
However at this time, on Katie’s anniversary and the toughest day of the 12 months, I assumed I’d.
This put up I dedicate to Katie — my authentic journey or die. The one particular person I may all the time rely on to point out up for me, no matter what she had occurring. The perfect child sister and greatest buddy anybody may ask for.
For the reason that day she was born, she was proper beside me in the whole lot — telling off a safety guard due to a “stolen” Rove, copying how I dressed, copying what I did. At all times collectively, all the time in hassle, all the time a pair.
After we have been actually little, I used to be 4 and Katie was three. That Christmas Dad had purchased the three of us fishing rods in our favorite colors. He thought it could be a method to bond with us — not his greatest thought. In contrast to Kristal, fishing was completely not mine or Katie’s factor. After about two minutes we have been bored. However nonetheless, he thought it was a terrific thought.
Not less than the rods have been in our favorite colors: Kristal’s was blue, Katie’s was yellow, and mine was pink.
A few days after Christmas, Dad, Uncle Bruce, and Poppy took us to a spot at Lake Macquarie. Katie and I didn’t wish to go. However, dedicated to the aesthetic, we obtained wearing our new outfits from Christmas: I pulled on my sizzling pink skirt, my white-and-pink T-shirt that tied within the center, my new clip-on earrings, and my pink plastic heels. Katie wore the very same outfit — however in yellow.
Dad parked the automobile within the carpark, and we adopted him right down to the place Poppy and Uncle Bruce have been standing on the grass about two metres above the water.
As soon as the three of us have been settled with Uncle Bruce and Poppy, Dad went again to the automobile, pulling the rods from the boot. He handed one to Poppy and one to Uncle Bruce, and so they all threaded bait onto the hooks.
“Right here, Krissy,” Dad stated, handing her a rod.
Kristal took it, walked to the sting, and solid her line completely into the water.
Poppy handed my rod to Dad.
“Right here you go, cous cous,” he stated, handing it to me. “Go stand subsequent to Krissy and throw it in.”
Taking the rod from him, holding it in my proper hand, I stroll confidently to the sting of the little “cliff,” purse over my arm. I gently set the purse down on a small mound of grass beside me, lifted the rod above my head and, utilizing all the facility in my arm and shoulder, I threw… the rod.
SPLASH.
It hit the water and disappeared.
I bent down, picked up my pink purse, and turned again to Dad, Uncle Bruce, and Poppy — all gazing me, blinking like confused owls.
As I walked again, Katie walked previous me with absolute dedication. Following my lead, she set her yellow purse down on the identical mound of grass, lifted her rod above her head, and—
“Kate!” Poppy yelled, operating towards her.
Too late.
SPLASH.
Her rod flew proper over her head and into the water.
Dad, Uncle Bruce, and Poppy’s mouths all fell open in a single large O.
I walked as much as them.
“Cass, why did you throw your rod into the water?” Dad requested.
“Since you informed me to.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Sure, you probably did. You stated ‘go subsequent to Kristal and throw it in’ — so I did!”
“Oh.” He closed his eyes, exasperated.
A few males on a ship tried to fish the rods out however couldn’t attain.
“Sorry, mate!” they yelled to Dad. “We will’t get them.”
“All good,” Dad stated with a wave. “Effectively, it appears like at this time’s fishing is over.”
“YAY!” Katie and I yelled.
Kristal seemed disenchanted however didn’t say something, simply reeled in her line.
We stated goodbye to Uncle Bruce and all piled into Dad’s automobile. Poppy had include Uncle Bruce, however Dad stated we’d take him house so we may see Nanny.
After we obtained to Nanny’s and Poppy’s, Dad drove up the driveway and parked. Nanny got here out onto the verandah when she heard the automobile, she gave us a wave. We jumped out and ran as much as her.
“Nanny!” the three of us yelled, wrapping our arms round her.
Dad and Poppy adopted, Dad carrying Kristal’s fishing rod.
“The place are the opposite two rods?” Nanny requested Dad.
“The ladies threw them within the lake,” Dad defined.
“Solely since you informed us to,” I corrected.
“What do you imply?” Nanny requested, confused.
“The ladies threw them within the lake,” Dad repeated slowly.
“Why?” Nanny requested me.
“As a result of he informed me to go stand subsequent to Kristal and throw it in,” I defined.
“Why would you inform the ladies to do this? What did you assume would occur?”
“I didn’t assume they’d throw in hook, line, and bloody rod.”
I shrugged.
