A/N: This was done for school last year. I found it when i was cleaning out my pin drive. It's an Epilouge for the book Milkweed. I loved that book.
If you opened this because you have me on Aurthor alert but haven't read Milkweed i sugest you do. It's a great fictional book on the Holocaust. I got mad at the ending, but other than that it was wonderful. READ IT!
Hope you enjoy.
Beep, Beep. Beep, Beep.
I forced an eye open and stared at the little box on the nightstand. The noise it made seemed to be a part of my life; I woke up to it, got hot food from a large black box when it chimed. Everything had to do with that sound.
"Poppynoodle?" I heard a voice come from the other side of the door. I slammed my hand down on the little box, silencing the noise.
"Poppynoodle." Her voice came again, opening the door. Light spilled in from the hallway, across the room. Her little body shuffled over to the bed and climbed up. I stared into her eyes as she stared into mine. She crawled up the bed and lay beside me.
"Wendy?" I asked, staring at her big beautiful eyes. She smiled and buried her face in my side. I began to stroke her hair.
"Watcha doin' up here Wendy?"
"Mama says breakfast is ready." She smiled at me and I understood. I got up and stood at the end of the bed, Wendy carefully climbed on my back and I carried her to the kitchen.
"Good morning." Katherine said, setting the table. I nodded to her and set Wendy in her chair. When I sat down she left her seat and crawled into my lap. I moved her plate closer to me, but she pushed it away.
"I'll share with you, Poppynoodle!"
It was like this every morning. She would never eat by herself; she would either sit in my lap or her mothers. I enjoyed this, she reminded me so much of my sister, Janina, that I wanted all her attention.
After breakfast, she dragged me outside. She headed straight for the swing, while I sat in my old rocking chair. I watched her swing back and forth, back and forth.
"Ouch!" She yelled, toppling over. She looked at me, tears welling up in her eyes. Instead of crying, she passed an arm across her face and ran to me.
"Poppynoodle." Was all she needed to say, she could get me to do anything for that word. As I accepted her into my arms, carefully kissing her bruises, I rocked our little chair till she fell asleep on my lap.
This was my life now; I lost a sister and gained two lovely daughters. I was happy with where I was. I knew I'd always have my precious Wendy Janina.