"yes," she said.
paula was the closest thing i had to a little sister. she lived next door when i was growing up, so we played all day, every day. she is four years younger, and of course i took advantage of it, doing my fair share of teasing and taunting. still, i secretly adored her.
now she's Mommy and i'm Auntie Christine to a darling 4-month-old boy named christopher.
i kissed his cheek and told him that i used to play My Little Ponys and sing songs from Annie with his mommy. he smiled and looked up at me with his big brown eyes, and i saw paula in him. he gripped my finger, and i took it to mean he knew exactly what i'd said.