My sister has gone. She is on her way to the airport even now. I have a sad six year old in my home. I too am sad to see my sister go. It was a wonderful time. And now it is gone. I have only the memories (impromptu viewing of Salt in the cinema) complimented by a few photos (like Freddos on Fridays) and some beautifully colored furniture. Everyone should have a sister that is a FRIEND. She is one of my best friends. I don't know when I will see her again, talk to her again, squeeze her again, laugh with her again, drink a creamy-cold-coffee-drink with her again or cry with her again, but... again. It shall all happen again.
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