Me, or her? You scream at him, vaguely aware of all the eyes on you. You have to choose, you know! Me, or her?
He looks at you bewildered. For a while he is super quiet. You are sure he will pick you. He’s your brother and wouldn’t care if you suck at cricket.
But he doesn’t.
She does her stupid tilly-lilly dance. You stick your tongue out at her in response. They high-five. You look at him like a hurt kitten, but he doesn’t even pretend to look apologetic.
Confidence slowly leaks out as the crack in your heart widens.
Anawnimiss 
Reblogged this on Anawnimiss and commented:
Reblogging a post from October last year, two days after I started blogging. Clearly nobody read it then. Thought it deserved a second chance!
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Good one…glad rebolgged
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I’m so glad you reblogged this (it was right before I found you!)
Beautiful writing, A. “Tilly-lilly” was my favorite phrase and there was a neat rhythm and staccato to the entire passage. Very good!
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Loved it! I see children do this often. Thank you for reblogging it. I’ll have to go back and start to read the material you’ve posted when you first started. 🙂
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A delightful post with oodle of childrens’ innocence:)
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🙂
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I had read it before. 🙂 A nice re-read, nonetheless.
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Hahaha!! Hilarious!! I remember one-tappi cricket with Popeye but I didn’t suck at cricket 😛
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My hand eye coordination is fuel for a lot of teasing.
I suck. Bigtime.
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