My Story: The Days Between Heartbeats

My story today echoes in silence - from children, from heartbeats and from the things that we do not say to the people we love. At pickup time my sister is late. Or rather she is always late for our agreed-upon pickup time, but since she is consistently late, maybe she is actually on time. She looks tired despite the day off, so we do not talk. What are you putting off saying to the people you love? That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.