When Miri and I were together, we did little talking. What would a fourteen year old, graduating Junior High have in common with an eleven year old in sixth grade?
I was listening to the latest music, knew about celebrities, was interested in fashion and boys, sports and activities..
When our parents went out, I watched what I wanted on television. I never asked Miri what she wanted to see. There was one television and I knew the schedule.
In fact with Miri, I never asked her opinion on anything because, well, she was a ‘non’.
My father had coined the term. Where I was a swimmer or a bike rider or skater, Miri was a non-swimmer/non-bike rider, non-skater. She was just there. I never asked her what she wanted, I did what I wanted.
She never objected, she never said ‘no’. She was just there. I never paid much attention to Miri. Nor, perhaps she to me.
She was my little sister, but we had nothing in common.