My Little Sister

 Our prompt for this week:  " . . . we'll be asking you to write about your siblings … or the lack of them. Or about sisterhood or brotherhood in general."

My Little Sister 

This is picture of my only sister, Lois.   No brothers.  Lois and her husband live in Iowa, we were visiting from Texas.  We both grew up at our parent's farm home in Nebraska. 

Lois is five years younger than me; we both are very old. Our health is about as good as very old folk can have, i.e. so-so. 

I was the teasing brother, but we got along very well.  She never teased me and mine of her were not mean, just a little bit ornery. 

She has always so very nice to me.   I remember when we didn't have indoor plumbing she would hold the flashlight for me getting to the outhouse which was out behind the chicken house. 

My biggest trick and really fun for me was when Lois turned 65, I had hacked into her Yahoo e-mail account and sent (from her) everyone on her mailing list a notice and sob story that she wouldn't get very many cards for this momentous birth anniversary.

I don't have her password or the addresses anymore so this will have to do. 

And her quit smoking tale has me involved. We were playing down by at our deep tree lined creek.  I pulled out a cigarette, lighted it, took a puff and blew some smoke screens. 

That sight of me enjoying it induced her to ask for one.  I lighted it and handed it to her.  She must have inhaled because she coughed, choked, and puked. 

Her story now is that she has quit smoking the same day that she started.  Then tells her experience. 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright Jimmiehov 2025 All Rights Reserved 

- 263 words -- I am linked with Rosemary at "Friday Writings" 197 at  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 

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