Seeing her face for the first time in a long time.
it was like the first day of summer break,
the first snowfall of winter.
like watching a beautiful flower bloom
in the midst of spring.
and as joyful as plunging into a pile of leaves
laughing with your friends in the fall.
Those five hours with my sister
just talking and shopping,
giving eachother makeovers,
and eating until our tummies hurt...
that gave me more joy than i could ever imagine.
she came and she left.
it was like a repeat of the day she moved away.
sadness ran though my veins
as i watched her get in the car,
and drive away...
back to her new life,
her new family.
I love my sister,
and i respect her choices.
but some times i just wish
that things could go back to the way they used to be,
when we were little.
with nothing but time on our hands
and the freedom to waste the day away
however we liked.
