Every other day of the week, the girls' mother would cook wonderful meals, and she'd talk to her little helpers as they peeled carrots and chopped vegetables. She let them be little; which was very important, because she knew they'd eventually grow up. She allowed all parts of her house to be lived in. Sometimes it'd be full of forts and traps, while other times it would be a grand stage for the little girls to perform the plays they had prepared. The back yard was often a jungle, and their black cat was their mighty panther. The little girls loved their mother very much and wanted to be just like her. They'd wear her red lipstick and jewelry, and instead of getting angry, she told them how beautiful they were. Many mornings, the little girls would wake up to their mother playing the piano. They loved hearing her play. She always picked the most beautiful music and put so much emotion into each piece. Sometimes she'd play and the little girls would sing along. Their father wasn't annoyed by the distraction of four little voices singing, "If I Loved You," from The Carousel, when he had to bring work home. Instead he'd put his brief case down join his family in singing.
There were many nights when he'd come home after working late and the little girls would jump out of bed and run down the stairs to hug him. Though he was probably exhausted and hadn't even made it but through the door, he allowed his little girls to jump into his arms and hug him. On nights that he didn't go back to the office, he'd tell them stories, and every night he'd place his hand on their heads and pray over them a blessing.
The little girls experienced much together: friends, first loves, and broken hearts. When a younger sister went to college, the older would take care of her. The eldest married with her little sisters beside her, and then the second married, and they stood beside her as well. When their granddaddy passed away, they shared their tears, and when their big sister became a mother, they shared her joy. They didn't get to spend every holiday together anymore, but it didn't matter, because they had a bond no one could describe. The years had passed, and the little girls did as all little girls do, they became young women.
By. Rebecca Houston