© 2019 Aaron Atkinson

When Skies are Gray

Like all kids, Finn and Gray are prone to the occasional sibling scuffle. But everyone now and then, they say or do something to each other that provides a glimpse into the deeper, caring side of their relationship.

The other night, in the span of about four minutes Gray bumped her head on the counter, spilled a sippy-cup of milk, and twirled a curl in her hair so tightly that she got her finger stuck.

Her sleepy blue eyes bore a stream of tears that ran down her little red cheeks. Finn walked over, gave her a hug, patted her back, and whispered sweetly, “I’m sorry you’re having a tough time of it tonight, Sissy.”

Now that’s the good stuff.

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