Brother came home from his two day trip to a friend’s home just outside the city. The truth is, I felt so alone sleeping all by myself. Being living together for so long have made me somewhat dependant on him for things. And his absence have made me feel some sort of pang inside.
I wonder if he felt the same when I ran away months ago.
We had our fair share of fights. From mild ones to those in which I felt like I’ve failed being a sister. I hope things are merely simple misunderstandings from now on. I wish for no more fights, just happy and peaceful days for us.
Ah, his sleeping face. And how he mumbles on his sleep. Things I would never trade for anything in this world.
I haven’t been a great sister to him. So God, please give me more time.