Seven

I had a sister.

Not a sister in the sense of blood and genes, but an older girl I grew up with, one who taught me a lot about life.

She was crazy, insane, terrible.

She did everything that she shouldn’t have, and it was in this way that I learnt from her. I learnt not to do whatever she did. Nevertheless, I loved her because she listened to me, never treated me with anything but kindness. We were sisters. We referred to each other as such.

She left me.

She has been long gone, I have not read a single one of her words for seven years, I’ve not listened to her voice for over five. I want to know where she is, but I’m afraid that when I find her, I’ll find her in a situation I would have never wished her to be in. If today, she is anything like she was ten years ago, then I don’t even want to begin looking for her.

I heard them talking about her.

They say they saw her fourteen months ago, walking barefoot through the supermarket with wild hair as always. “Oh she was a troublesome one, wasn’t she?” They all murmured and nodded, while I glanced at them, listening carefully. “She never did listen to anything anyone else said. She gave them years of heartbreak. Her mother couldn’t control her, neither could her grandparents.”

I hated hearing this about someone I once loved so much.

I hope with all my heart that she has changed, that she is happy, that she is making others happy. I hope one day, she’ll try and find me because I know I’ll never work up the courage to start searching. I hope she hasn’t forgotten me. I hope… I hope… I hope…

I had a sister.

This entry was written on May 28, 2007 by Charlotte Crown. It is about/includes mentions of family, people. You can leave a comment, or trackback from your own site.