Mary in April

By Chloe

April 2, 1999

I have a friend. She is most alive in springtime and today is a beautiful spring day. 

I like to believe that I am special to her. I know I make her laugh a naughty giggle. We gossip in the most creative ways but of course always with the best intentions. I know she has many friends and I am just one of them. 

If I could have a sister she would be that one. If I could have a twin I would be hers in a heartbeat. I am dark to her light. She is sweet to my sour. We are at odds but bound by time and stories, tears and joy. We have cried together and sternly corrected each other. She is always the older sister to my babyish ways. We joke about the dark roots in her Clairol blond. “Let’s have tea” she says, and we do. 

My friend went to sleep last night but soon she will wake and we will set the table with scones, biscuits, tea and jam. We will invite all her friends to sit and laugh with us. We will sip our tea and enjoy the day. It will be eternally spring and she will be radiant. Her hair will be the color of palest gold and her laughter will be lilting. She will always be there and I will always be her dearest devoted friend.