House of Frank

by Kay Synclaire

“You pick out the fine linens, Saika. You pick out the extravagant fabric, and you wear them. You buy the expensive tea or the book you’ve always wanted. You eat the pie you’ve always wanted to bake, because after knowing how precious life is, those little moments start to feel quite damn big.”

You enjoyed dancing on the strings of our mother’s patience, and I loved the melody it played.

I was so afraid to tell someone else our story, Fi. I thought if they knew the truth, they’d hate me. They wouldn’t want to be around me. But they still do. I spoke the truth, and the world didn’t end.

I felt guilty for some time, for not writing to you this past year. I felt as though I was committing a sin by not including you in my everyday life. But the fact is, you will never be apart from me, Fi.