Prompt 23 (Half Marathon 2 Hour 11)
Chhoti never left the room with the toys
As a child, I was jealous of her
For if I had my way, I would be there all day too
Yet I was bound by rules and school, and she was not
When I told my parents, they were dismissive
They apologized for not giving me real siblings
But Chhoti was real
It was our little secret
Ten years later
A girl is now a woman
Toys are forgotten in favor of clothes and makeup
The home is no longer the most fun place to be
So the room with the toys lies gathering
And with it lies Chhoti
This was a good poem. I liked the story of leaving imaginary friends behind.