EIGHTEEN
EDEN
Do you remember…
Do you remember when Aaron moved in next door? Do you remember how you two gravitated toward each other? The two of you were the meaning of fast friends. Like you’d known each other your whole lives. Like you knew each other inside and out.
Do you remember how I was filled with jealousy?
I didn’t mean to be, but I think there was a selfish streak in me all along. The part of me that wanted everything to go my way. Exactly how I wanted it. You all for my own.
Do you remember how I lashed out? How I threw fits and accused Aaron of being mean? That he wouldn’t let me play or lied and said he’d ripped my doll’s head off when it was me? Do you remember how I’d go to Momma and cry?
Or maybe you don’t. Maybe you were too good and kind even then that you still saw the best in me.
Do you remember how sometimes I took it out on you? How I’d push you down or laugh in your face, and then at night when you were sad, I’d crawl into your bed, wrap my arms around you, and apologize?
I remember, Eden. And I wish I could go back to those days and mean it when I said I was sorry. I wish I could start over then.
Harmony