“Dear Sister”-Short Story

By Ledina Banushllari , Business Editor

The rain is pouring here, it is hitting the windows every minute. This weather reminds me of the cup of coffee we used to have every morning and our long conversations about the future. I’ll never forget mentioning the sweet croissants with some Nutella spread, and then an episode of “Malcolm in the Middle” which made us burst into laughter.

It has been a few weeks with you being so far away, and I already miss having you around me. I miss stopping by after school just to say “Hi” and check on you, I miss hearing your laugh and at the same time listening to your advice when I feel stuck in the middle of this messy life’s labyrinth. You have left an empty space in my routine that no one can replace.

My human compass is not here with me and I am craving every day to see you, to eat ice cream with you and to go for our long walks in Washington Park. The house feels empty without you; it is only me and Marty Goose who is also aching for your pats. Marty feels your absence more than anything else. Walls do not have the zest that they used to when you were here and the lights are shading more and more. These weeks have been so long, as long as the autumn days.

I am counting down the days that the house will have again the love and sweet fragrance that is only you who can give it. Feeling again the warmth and the coziness that you can supply our home with, is making me so impatient. Your missing presence is just pounding stronger in my heart like a heavy rock. 

Now I am laying down on the couch with the TV remote in my hand, but I do not have you next to me to play with my hair, I do not have you to listen to my daily stories and comment “Just explain it shortly” and pass it with a laugh. Nobody is listening to my problems now and no one is trying to orientate me to the right path, because you are not here. The TV is showing just some boring shows that make no sense if you are not here and ask me to spoil them for you. That was very annoying though because you were making me talk all the time, but I still miss that.

Time is not moving, and the days are not passing. It feels like these weeks will never go by until you come back and embrace me again in your sweet squeezing hugs like only big sisters know how to do. The day that you will be back, my happiness will do so, because my happiness and joy are where you are, my dear sister.