My little Catty-bug

When we were kids, Catherine was my best friend.  She had an imagination like nothing I have ever seen.  She could create entire worlds in her head.  Fantastic worlds for us to explore.  She was always the damsel in distress, and I her Prince Charming come to rescue her.

I didn't get to enjoy those times enough.  By the time she was old enough to really get creative, I had decided my kid sister was boring, and was more interested in hanging out with my friends, stealing cigarettes from the store.  Mostly trying to figure out how to get in trouble.

I do remember when we stopped being close.  It was her big day.  Opening night for the school play, and she had scored the leading role.  For months it was all she talked about.

And I missed it.  I was too busy with my friends to be there for my sister.  So how could I have ever asked her to be there for me...