Dreams on a Trampoline

The trampoline has always seemed to revolve around things. I remember how my sister had lain there with her boyfriend, and they had talked, laughing without stealing glances around them. He had then treated her roughly, not in a bad way, but like he didn’t see the need to protect her. The last time they had lain there, he handled her with care, like a delicate porcelain vase that need polishing. Three weeks later she announced that she was pregnant. And now, I watch as my other sister lies there with her boyfriend, just like the others that had been there before. And it makes me wonder, how will he treat her?