saturday was the happiest day of my life.
you know when people say that a person’s happiest day of his or her life is suppose to be when you got married or had your first child?
i had or did neither…i saw my sister walked through the gate in the airport and i guess that summed up as my happiest day of my life. Strolling down the ramp with her luggage and a big smile plastered on her face, she walked down towards my mom and i. Well more exactly it was my mom she walked down towards. I was too dumbfounded and glued on my seat to even muster the strength to walk up towards her - until my mom yelled at me to grab the bouquet of roses and to get over here. It took me a good long 3 minutes for me to blink and snatch the roses and stumble over towards her. I was so ready to cry and I did not know what to say. So i grabbed her shoulder and muttered,
“You’re so short.”
I did not know what to say. Any more words would have left me bawling like a baby in the middle of the airport.
So I have spent every single moment this past few week catching up with her. I have always looked up to her. She is the epitome of a role model. Yes, shes not perfect to a lot of people but she is perfect in my eyes. Shes been there with me through everything. Every single thing. She knows me. She knows everything about me, even the things left unsaid. She can read me so well - even when shes on the top bunkbed and i’m on the bottom one at the night. Even in the dark she knows everything. One look in my eye she would know if I needed a tissue or a touch on the shoulder for reassurance. I am so glad that she is back home.
These past months were surreal. Nothing seemed real. Nothing ever seemed real. But its been a bit better with my sister by my side.
She is more than amazing.
