The Swing

Autumn sat staring at her hand while Arabelle lay on the floor, surrounded by her colorful crayons, drawing something diligently. It was a rare moment where both sisters could sit in peace, with nary a concern. 

Arabelle stared at her sister intently before getting up from the floor and walking to her and tugging at her sleeve. Autumn looked down to see Arabelle beaming at her," Look, Autumn. I made a picture"

As she pushed the large sheet of paper into her hand, she moved to climb into her lap as well, effectively snuggling close to her.

"Its a beautiful picture, Arabelle. Where did you get the idea for a swing like that?"

"It is outside in our yard. Gabe is putting it up."

"He is?"

"Yes. Look."

Autumn's gaze followed her pointing finger and widened her eyes. Well, there really was a swing set in their otherwise empty yard. She blinked. Just how long had she been daydreaming for?