A Halloween Babysitting Story

When I was home from college, my sister and I spent an afternoon looking after a four-year old who lived down the street. We didn’t know each other at all; I can’t remember how we got the job. For some reason we took this kid back to our house, where she was happy but quiet. She really didn’t make much noise at all, except for the time she tried to play my guitar with a rice cake–and except for the fact that, all afternoon, she would muster great seriousness and ask me my name. At the end of the day, we walked her home. She wanted me to carry her, so I hoisted her along. As we approached her house, she looked me deep in the eyes, and said, “Are you still Megan?”

(Originally posted October 30, 2015)

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