Today I met my younger self

Today I met my younger self.

She didn’t cry. She didn’t laugh

when I told her everything.

She was just playing with her kitchen set

and letting Missy, her old toy dog,

taste her meals of plastic eggs and pancakes.

She didn’t ask who I was.

She simply grabbed me by the hand.

She asked about Mom, Dad, and Gucci.

She only looked sad when I told her

that Gucci was in Heaven with God

and that Aunt Karen had joined them there.

She asked if I had met my prince.

I told her that I hadn’t met him yet.

Then, she asked if I was in a movie.

I simply told her yes,

but it was only a minor role.

I told her about how I met God

and how I loved Him,

and how he helped me through the hard times.

She asked if her sissies were still around.

I explained that they were both busy with life.

She asked about the little, blonde-haired girl,

her best friend, from down the street.

I only told her she had moved away, but

did not disclose why. Kids wouldn’t understand.

She frowned, so I added that she must spend her

time wisely and never again talk about growing

up. When asked why, I said simply that she

would regret it for the rest of her life.