She has gone.

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.

She is here!

Her flight arrived last night. My sister made it from "good ol' Chiner" (as she would say). She is here with me and the girls. We are relaxing, enjoying each other's company and the warm weather. We made waffles. We swam in the pool. We are eating waffles again and learning Chinese (Mandarin) words. We are all very happy that she is here. Her luggage didn't arrive with her. I think it stayed in Hong Kong but it should be arriving here at the house SOON (maybe this evening). Perhaps then we will venture out. In the mean time we are enjoying being home.