And while I write they spin around me like fireflies lighting up the darkness that surrounds me. Each word on the page pulls me further and closer to you, sister, and I break back into reality for a quick second when she approaches me with a book to read or he drops another bucket into his basketball hoop and the vibration shakes me back here and now.
They are dreamlike in appearance and fill me with joy when they enter my atmosphere. I know them as little creatures who will be small for this tiny window of time before they grow up and away and use their light to brighten up the entire world.
But for this brief moment of time, they are mine and selfishly I keep them close to shield me from the storm that erupts on the page when I think of what happened to you.