Those stupid two years…those two years broke us apart…when she came back…we shared the room once again…we shared our cloths once again…we shared mom and dad once again…we shared picking on dalo once again…the only thing we couldn’t share once again was…us!
Whenever something bothers her…she goes to the bedroom not me, whenever something bothers me…I go to the bedroom not her…oh, it seems we shared that, staying away from each other!
-What’s wrong?
-Nothing!
-OK then stop mumbling, I need to concentrate !
But today, she walked in the office, with tears in her eyes…she came to me, hugged me and let it all out…something was bothering her…I couldn’t be happier, YES I was happy, she came to me…she cried on my shoulder…she’ll be OK, she’ll do fine and she’ll come to me…and if she won’t be fine, she’ll come to me!
They might stay away…but eventually, she knows there is no one else but you to lend a shoulder to cry on….I know exactly how you are feeling…been there
hmmm.your sister?
yeah:)