Just My Socks

“The fair is here! The fair is here!!” My sisters high-pitched squeal came from out in the hallway. I groan and roll over, glancing at my clock, only six in the morning! I smash my pillow over my face trying to grasp the last vestiges of sleep before it completely escaped me. That was not to come; instead I felt something heavy and clawing pounce on my stomach. 1

My cat, Sobaka, didn’t seem to want me to catch up on my much needed sleep either.2

“Fine, fine, I’m up!” I mumbled as I slowly sat up straight and began my hunt for clean clothes. Finally finding only my rather old torn up jeans and one of my better black tanks. Sadly my shoes were still eluding me. 3

“Come on! Lets GO! The fair is here today!” Zasha, my little sister, said in a near breathless squeak. So she successfully managed to drag me down there, (still sans shoes mind you not that I noticed at the time). The fair was full of waist high children zipping here and there at high speeds dragging parents along behind them, and when I heard my little Zasha screech in delight, I knew I was about to receive the same handling as the parents all around us.4

The colors seemed to swish by blurring, until we came to a stop, little lions, tigers, and superheroes all around me, and all pint size. Face painting. Oh Joy.5

“Can I be a pwincess??” she peeped at me. I wondered what she would do if I said no, but one look into her big dark blue eyes and I smiled. 6

“Yes of course.” I replied. Her big grin was worth the mess I knew was going to come later. Then, she turned to me her face all covered in pink hearts, stars, and flowers, and I knew that something was coming, that I wouldn’t be able to avoid.7

So I sat in one of those exceedingly small chairs, letting the woman paint up my face, watching my sister grin hugely from beside me.8

We spent the whole day there, riding the kiddy rides, and the too small train-roller-coaster. Eating ice cream that she somehow got more on her clothes than in her mouth, and playing games and finally won a large stuffed bear for her. You should have seen her smile.9

So I sit here now thinking back on that day, and can’t help but grin. How long ago it was, yet seems like it was only yesterday. I still remember the pavement, hot from the summer sun on my only sock clad feet.10

It has been amazing watching you grow, Zasha. Watching you mature and smile all these years, despite having been deaf for the last two now. You are wonderful, and I just wanted you to know that I love you.
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