She sits down on the green grass and smiles. Finally, she has been reassured. Finally, someone has replied to her constant "I love you"s. A reply of four words.
"Love you too, sis."
This small confession means everything. Means the world, the solar system, the universe. Means all that blue sky, green grass, brown cow.
"Love you too, sis."
It sums up all the games of BS, all the tickle fights, all the burritos and orange juice, all the ice cream and cheesy fries. Sums up the laughter, the ice, the night crazies, the shampoo, the tummy talk, the whipped cream.
"Love you too, sis."
It's what she's been waiting for. It's what she needs. Maybe her sister doesn't know just how much weight the statement holds, but it's heavy all the same.
She offers a confession of her own to the clean air.
"You can count on my love."
She hopes her sister will take that to heart. She hopes her sister knows that she is serious. She doesn't lie about love.
Love you too, sis.
You can count on my love.
-I dunno. She said it to me, and I was glad. I was real glad.-
<3 = brittany
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