Mary lived in the country, outside a small town. Ben’s family moved next door. She was ten and he was six. Ben’s sister, Dina, was one year old.
In the summer, they played outside. Boy games. Baseball. They camped in a tent in Mary’s backyard. They were imaginative like kids are. They would have been lonely without each other.
They would lie on a blanket on a hill in the yard and watch the clouds overhead and name their shapes.
They grew up and drifted apart. Much later in life, they all found each other again. Siblings of the heart.