پنجشنبه 19 آذر 1388
My sister and I were not exactly what you would call close. I was 3 years younger and I thought she walked on water everything she did was perfect and I wanted to be just like her when I grew up . If she wore her hair in twin braids with a pink clip one day , the next day I wore mine exactly the same way . I used follow her and her friends around , begging to be included , but there isnt much room in a 13-year-old s lif for a pesky 10-year-old sister . As a result , over time , my worship of her became indiffrence. We
were strangers living in the same house, eating together but never communicating.
So when she sat me down last year and told me sha had be going to Israel to study abroad for 10 month , I was not too concerned .I figured I would get to wear the clothes she left behind and useher CD player. That was the only way I thought her living would affect me.
The 1st night after she left ,I couldnt shake the feeling that something was wrong , sth was missing. The house was too quiet. No Tova's CD playerand no Tova's voice giggling on the phone with her friends.Sitting there , I realized just how different it was without her in the house. Even thogh we didn't always speak
, I had felt safe just knowing she was near.
I cried that night. I cried over all the years we had wasted trying to live our own lives and ignoring each other's. I cried that I couldn't even give her a hug before she boarded her plane . But as the night wore on, my tears changed to tears of calm , tears of new biginnings.
I piked up the phone and called her halfway across the world .I waited for her to pik up , my dubts growing with every second.
"Hello?" her voice soundedas though it came from nearby and not Isreal.
"hey Tova . it's me Sara. I just called to tell you I love you " my wors came out ina rush. I knew that if I stopped in the middle , I wouldn't have the courage to continue." I know we aren't as close as some sisters , but that doesn't mean I'm not missing you a tone."
for a long time ther was only silence on the other end . Finally she spoke " I've been sitting here , all alone , thinking about you guys back home" she said " your voice makes me feel though I'm right therewith you" and before she hung up she said,very quickly just as I had " I love you too"
I'm countingdown the days until my sister returns home , so I can give her the hug I never gave her when she left and say " I'm so glad to have you home."
SOURCE: Chicken soup for the teenage soul IV