History Repeating Itself

Little girls talking, laughing, teasing their older brother who seems to be taking it good naturedly so far anyway. Giggling, mother trying to keep them calm, but they cannot stop laughing, tears in their eyes, looking at one another. Enjoying this little display of family closeness and having fun together like when I was young and care- free before life hit me full on. Becoming timid and shy, not talking to anyone, history seems to be repeating itself because life has hit me with all kinds of turmoil. Once again, not wanting to talk or be around anyone, preferring to be absorbed by the quietness of silence and solitude. Having measures of time in which to figure things out once again for myself, looking up from writing and seeing little girls talking, quieter now while eating.