Bobby's Nightmare

Bobby was no trouble for me, because small as he was, he could handle almost everything by himself. He would come in to see my sister and stay by the side of her bed without speaking,. And then he would go quietly out into the yard and play, or into the living room to read. I don't know if i did the right thing or not, but little by little he stopped worrying so much about his nightmares. But later on, i came think that he had taken me too literally... Not even when my sister was convalescing did he talk about it again. Even though i can still remember when bobby was small and my sister was suffering, we lived life