The bedroom on the front of the house was warm. With the windows rolled out wide, I sat on the sill with one leg outside to let my foot dangle and play with the hibiscus blossoms that had folded for the night. The street light on the corner played games with the shadows as occasionally a car would pass through the neighborhood. Everything was quiet as I took in the light breeze.
I’m thinking, what in the world am I going to do? We’ve got five kids in our family now. I look over at my three little brothers sound asleep on the bed and my heart melts. I’ll graduate from high school in a few short years. They’ll still be young, too young to leave. Mom needs help from me and my sister. She had to go to work to help support us all. Heather is younger than me, but she’s so beautiful, I know she’ll get married first.
Finally realizing it was getting very late and I had to get up early, I lay down on the little bed and tried to go to sleep.
Edited to add notes: (What can one expect, the idea of a book is scary, especially when I don’t know what I’m doing!)
[Jane was a naïve and shy kid. Her name was perfect to joke about – plain Jane, tall and skinny.
The sisters just two years apart, had their own separate friends and interests. Their greatest bond was they dearly loved their family. Neither girl knew what it was like to have her own bedroom or her own bed. No privacy at all. Actually, that was accepted as normal because it was just life in a large family.
Living in a family of seven, there wasn’t much time to look past school and church to know much of the outside world. A couple of local television stations were available and the standards for suitable broadcasts were set very high for content. Their evening news reports were scripted and somber, and delivered by an authoritative personality that was rarely questioned.
Her younger sister, Heather, had a cherub face with curly brown hair and large happy eyes that caught the attention of everyone that saw her. It was a rather average poor family in many ways for the time. Although they didn’t really feel poor, they just knew they didn’t have a lot of nice things others had.]