My Big Sister ~ by Jill Halliday

One of my older sisters phoned me one day. Lovely that. She asked me what I was up to. 

Me: I’m going into Ottawa to The National Gallery. 

Her: (genuinely puzzled) …..Why?

Me: (pause)…uuuhh. Tuh look at art.

Her:  (Still. Genuinely puzzled). Why?

Me:  (pause) ….uuuhh. Tuh look at it.

Same womb. Same parents. SO DIFFERENT. She may not have cared to make the big drive to her National Gallery to look at art, but when it came to her little sister’s art, she’d go to the moon and back, and was my biggest fan.