I wrote this one so long ago, I don't even remember when I wrote it anymore. This is kind of how I sometimes felt in my family as I got older and everyone's interests and schedules seemed so different than mine.
Would You Play With Me?
By Emma Redmer
“Mommy, would you have a tea party with me?”
“Sorry, sweetie, I have to get the pot roast in the oven. Why don’t you ask your father?”
“Daddy, would you play tea party with me?”
“Pumpkin, Daddy’s talking to a client. Why don’t you ask your brother?”
“Billy, would you play tea party with me?”
“No way! That’s baby stuff! ‘Sides, I’m at level five, and it takes forever to save this game! Go bug you sister.”
“Vicki, would you do SOMETHING with me?”
“Stop whining. I’m going on a date with Mike Parker, and I don’t want you bugging us while he’s here. Go play with your stuffed animals.”
“Oh, Susie, isn’t this a wonderful tea party! Everyone’s here! And the tea is just so divine, and you look divine, too! Don’t you think so?”
Her imaginary friend did not reply.
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