Voices on the Wind Open Theme
Big Brother by Kathy Lohrum Cotton Lined up. Evenly spaced. Nearly perfect. Thatís how a paper basket assembled with white paste should be. How the one fashioned by my first-grade hands was not. And once a hot tear touched it, the stained construction was less perfect, the tears less containable. I told my teacher I was sick. She called for my brother who left his sixth-grade class to walk me home, my steps quick against his long stride, my narrow shoulders bobbing beside his narrow waist. I never mentioned the basket. Never abandoned my delight in the beauty of things aligned and properly spaced. Never stopped loving my big brother, so tall, so nearly perfect.