When I started writing My Sister’s Soul I had no clue that would be the title for this collection of short stories. After reading what I had written and feeling the emotions that drove these women to pivotal moments in their lives, the title, My Sister’s Soul seemed fitting. It crept up on me one night, lodged into my brain, and refused to leave.
I went to dictionary.com and looked up soul. The more definitions I read for soul, the more I knew this title had found a home.
“I can see a corner! Push again!” His tone is a mixture of excitement and anger. It has been a long road for the both of us. The long nights I thought I was, but wasn’t. The fear of not getting it right; of not being accepted. Through it all, he was there. We were finally ready.
“I can’t. I’m tired.” I pant with stolen breaths. I don’t have the strength. I’m borrowing his and that is only taking me so far. “I wish I could, but I’m done.” I steal another painful breath. ” After this one, no more.”
“You say the same thing every time.” He actually chuckles. He is lucky I am weak or I would smack him. “Come on, push! It’s almost over.”
For me, for him, I do as I’m told. The pain is excruciating. My mind lost in concentration.
“One more babe. One more push and it’s here. ” I felt it. I gave it all I had and out it came. I looked down and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The pain and misery quickly forgotten as I gazed upon it.
“What will we call this one?” He stares at it in awe.
“My Sister’s Soul,” I reply. I reach out and lovingly stroke the front cover.
“Ready to start on another?” This time I don’t hesitate. I smack him.
My Sister’s Soul. Available in December 2015 at online bookstores.