When I was in the third grade my family lived in the country. The bus would drop us off after school and we would run down our long driveway to the house. By “long”, I mean a quarter mile. By “run”, I mean my two older sisters, Jenni and Cynthia, would run, while I walked because I couldn’t keep up. Plus, I knew there was no point because of what awaited me. My sisters would race into the house, long before I could make it, and systematically ensure sure all doors were locked. I, on the other hand, would meander down the drive only to see my sisters making faces at me, through the sliding glass door, as I rounded the last bend. On cue, they would laugh uproariously with how hilarious they thought they were. It never got old for them. I would stand around, waiting to be let in and eventually, seeing that was not likely, would go play until they got bored and undid the lock.
One beautiful spring afternoon my sisters and I played the “lock little sister out” game. I was at the part where I was making evil gestures at them through the sliding glass door. Suddenly, Jenni’s face went blank and pasty, and Cynthia’s face was taken up by her mouth in the large shape of an “O”. “Well, these expressions are new,” I thought. While Jenni struggled with the lock, which always stuck, I saw something unfamiliar in her demeanor; sheer panic. Before I could deduce anything, the door slid open and both my sisters grabbed me by my collar and pulled me into the house. They slid the door shut with a “whoosh” and turned to face me. As they split apart, it all became clear. I could see what was outside. A very large brown bear was making his way up the steps to the exact spot where I had been standing.
I put my hand over my mouth and doubled over laughing so hard I could hardly get air. They stood perplexed, looking first at me and then each other. “You dooooo love me!!!” I howled. “I knew it!”. Their faces fell, they new the “gig” was up. I had found them out and their facade was forever cracked.
From that moment then on their “games” never really had the same impact on my because I knew, and they knew I knew.
You can’t hide true love in a crisis.
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