MY SISTER
I was in the second grade. It was recess. I was playing with my friends outside in our designated area. I saw the green Plymouth cruise slowly by and pull over to the curb. I ran over to it. My father leaned toward the passenger window. “What did you want?” he asked. “A girl” I blurted out. “You got her” he replied. I jumped up and down with happy. That’s all I remember from May 1st, 1952. Her crib…