I WAS 5 YEARS OLD WHEN MY SISTER SHELIA WAS BORN .MY MOM WAS AT THE HOSPITAL AND MY DAD WAS TO GO GET HER THAT DAY AND BRING A LITTLE BABY HOME ,BUT FIRST HE HAD TO TALK TO ME .

WE WALKED OUT INTO THE CORN FIELD THAT WAS NEXT TO OUR HOUSE AND SAT DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF 2 ROWS .I WATCHED AS MY DAD PULLED SHUCKS AND AS HIS HANDS TWISTED AND TIED THE CORNSHUCKS AND FASHIONED THEM INTO (WHAT I THOUGHT WAS) THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DOLL I HAD EVER SEEN .

I SAT AT HIS KNEE AS HE TALKED ABOUT BABIES AND HOW I WAS GING TO LOVE MY LITTLE SISTER AND HOW I COULD HELP TAKE CARE OF HER ,BUT ALL I HEARD WAS THAT HE WAS MAKING ME THIS SPECIAL BABY DOLL WITH HIS OWN HANDS .

HE WAS RIGHT .....I LOVED MY SISTER (AFTER WE WERE OLDER ) BUT SHE CRIED ALL THE TIME AND I HATED THAT .ONE DAY WHILE TALKING TO DAD AND LISTNING TO HER CRY ,I TOLD HIM " DADDY ,WHY DID YOU GO GET HER  FOR ME ,ALL I WANTED WAS A CAT "

SOMETIMES ,I STILL FEEL THAT WAY .

GOODBYE DADDY , SWEET DREAMS .......

SHIRLEY KITELINGER