Baby Sister Sadie

By Dan Hein

Once I asked a question to my baby sister Sadie.
I asked her: Where will you go when you die?
She gnawed at her nails for a bit.
 
I asked her: Where will I go when I die?
She stared nervously at her reflection.
 
I asked her: Is there really such a place as heaven?
She pranced around the room.
 
I asked her: Do bad people go to hell when they die?
She played with her little toys.
 
I asked her: Why were we put onto this Earth?
She cocked her head and sneezed.
 
I asked her: Is there a point to my existence?
She put her head down and sighed.
 
I asked her: Was I put onto this Earth by accident?
She called out to the neighbors.
 
I asked her: When is the end, and what is it like?
She rolled around the floor.
 
I asked her: Will I be a good person when I die?
She stuck her tongue out at me.
 
Once I asked a question to my baby sister Sadie.
I asked her: How do I know I’ve been a good boy?
She didn’t say a word – she was napping.