I remember the day my sister left. I was 12. She was only a month and eleven days older than me.
I guess I’ve been trying to erase that day out of my memory, because I can’t remember half of it, but the most important and hurtful part, I did not forget.
It was 27 January 2006. It was Friday. I remeber that on Thursday I asked my mother to let me skip school to spend the next day with Dede, my sister, but she didn’t let me so I had to go to school.
Another thing I recall is that I had a fight with her, and we were mad at each other. I can’t remember what we fought about, but that’s not important.
The moment when she had to leave must be the most lively memory I have. I remember that we just forgot that we were mad at each other and hugged and cried like it was the end of the world. It was the end of life as we knew it. We must have hugged for an eternity…but then it was time for her to go.
I remember the tires rolling in the snow distancing themselves from me. In that moment I ran up the stairs and into my room and cried my eyes out. My father came in and asked me to stop crying, because my grandma was there and she was sad too, so i tried to stop.
I also remember hating the man that drove them. One day, a few years later, we ran in to him, and as I saw his face all I could remember were those tires driving away in the white, cold snow, as I was left standing alone on the pavement. Now only do I realise that it wasn’t his fault that they decided to leave, it’s just that I was a kid and felt like he was an accomplice.
She was, is and always will be my sister. I like to remember the days we imagined what it would have been like for us to have the same parents, but although we didn’t, we were still like sisters.
I often imagine what it would have been like if she wouldn’t have left…and i find myself alone and sad.
I’m looking forward for the day that I’ll see her again and hug her until she can’t breathe.
I love you with all my heart and you will always be my SISTER.
