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“Most of my family life growing up was the same: Take care of Nessa, sing for Father, and don’t get in the way. But sometimes, rarely, things went differently.
“Sometimes I snuck Nessa out of the house for fun when no one else was looking. I never really minded helping to take care of her; I sometimes envied all the gifts she recieved, but she was still my sister.
“There was one time in particular that stands out. It had snowed. Which was not uncommon, but there was something that drew us outside that night when we were supposed to be asleep. I remember carrying Nessa’s chair first so that its wheels wouldn’t wake anyone. Then I went back and carried her carefully to her chair, though some things almost dropped on the way, and wheeled her out into the cold. Nessa and I were bundled in around the same amount of fabric, but I always managed to make mine cover more.
“In any case, we were two children who had snuck out for a night of fun in the snow. We weren’t the only ones, and I swear I heard laughter behind some of the flying snowballs that didn’t come from any of the children who lived in the area.
“I don’t have many specific memories of my childhood, but I don’t believe I’ll ever forget that one. We had so much fun that night, and the punishment I recieved the next morning when the wet clothes and cushion were discovered never distracted from that.”
