
Sarah stared out the window of the covered wagon, watching the endless plains roll by under the blazing summer sun. At eight years old, she had already experienced more hardship and loss than most faced in a lifetime. Orphaned at a young age, Sarah had been passed between relatives and neighbors, never quite finding a place to belong. That is, until the Johnsons took her in a year ago.
While grateful for their kindness, a part of Sarah always felt like an outsider looking in on their close-knit family. She watched silently as Mrs. Johnson tenderly brushed her daughter Emily's hair each morning, laughing and talking, the same way Sarah's own mother used to before she fell ill. She noticed how Mr. Johnson beamed with pride as his son William mastered new skills, like driving the oxen or starting the campfire. They were things Sarah also worked hard at, desperately hoping for a scrap of praise or affection, but it never came.
One evening after a long day on the trail, the wagon train circled up to make camp near a rippling stream. Tired from the journey, Mrs. Johnson suggested the children go play by the water before supper. William grabbed his fishing pole and Emily produced her rag doll from a trunk. Sarah watched them skip towards the creek, giggles and chatter floating on the breeze.
Suddenly, Emily turned back towards Sarah with an reluctant look. "I suppose you can come too, if you want," Emily said flatly before running to catch up with William. Sarah felt a pang of hurt and anger rising in her chest. She was always an afterthought, the tagalong, never quite accepted.
Sarah followed slowly behind the other children. When she reached the stream bank, Emily was gently washing her doll's face in the clear water, cooing to it lovingly. "Ma made this doll just for me. She stayed up for nights sewing it as a special surprise. See the blue dress? Blue is my favorite color," Emily said proudly.
Sarah felt her cheeks burn as she studied the beautiful cornhusk doll in her own hands, made from old husks and rags she had secretly gathered each night. It was crude and plain compared to Emily's doll.
Blinking back tears, Sarah looked up to see William smiling as he reeled in a large trout. "That's my boy!" called out Mr. Johnson. He walked over and patted William on the back approvingly.
"I helped gather the worms this morning," Sarah piped up, desperate for any acknowledgment. But Mr. Johnson just nodded absentmindedly, his eyes still on William and the trout.
Something inside Sarah snapped. Without thinking, she grabbed Emily's beloved doll from the grass and threw it as hard as she could into the bubbling center of the stream. Emily cried out in shock, running toward the water.
Sarah instantly regretted it, horrified at what she had done. The jealousy and hurt that had consumed her was quickly replaced with guilt and shame. She raced after Emily, plunging into the cold stream fully clothed. Sarah came up sputtering but clutching the doll. She pushed it into Emily's hands as hot tears streamed down her face.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I don't know why I did that. You have every right to hate me," Sarah sobbed.
To her surprise, Emily pulled her into a tight hug. "I could never hate you. I know it's been hard. You've lost so much," she said gently. "But you're my sister now. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise. I love you."
Sarah clung to Emily, the pain and loneliness of the past eight years pouring out. For the first time, she felt truly seen, accepted and loved - as a daughter, as a sister. She still had a long way to go in healing. But thanks to the compassion and understanding of her new family, Sarah finally began to feel the seeds of belonging take root in her weary heart. Together, hand in hand, the two girls walked out of the stream to join their family.