THE MEMORIES AND FIGHTS

I never thought I would be so happy to hear the sound of a closing car door. It was the ringtone that brought me back from my daydreams and made me open my eyes to see that she was here. I was finally reunited with my sister. I ran toward her, I hugged her and laughed. It was that which I longed for the most. It was then that my heart was at ease, it was then that I knew that this Christmas was going to be a Christmas to remember.

As We stood outside in the rain giggling like we were kids. jumping as we snap pictures in front of the house. We came to the realization in a split second, when we both stood still ,gazing at each other that each stone told a tale and each window stood as a warrior guarding us in our dreams. It was within those walls that our bond grew closer and our family grew bigger. But Have you ever heard the expression “ if only walls could speak” . Well it’s a good thing they don’t since they would never stop talking. They would share all the secrets and memories, all the fights and laughter, all the celebrations and reunions that were once shared within them.

It was a car honk that brought us from the daze that we were in , and made us start to walk inside as we wiped away the tear of joy that slipped from our eyes .

Our excitement levels were high as we opened our bedroom door and turned on the lights. My sister gasped. It was like we never left she said . My mom had taken really good care of our memories that we couldn’t fit in a suitcase to take with us. What we thought was lost we found again within our bedroom walls. We started to unpack and hang our colorful kimonos and dressing gowns, we started to tell each other stories of how we’d spend our days dreaming of this moment that we are living now.

As my sister dug deeper into her travel case and as I placed my slippers on the ground. I couldn’t help but notice the photo frame that was next to our bed. It was white with paisley prints all around. It held a picture very dear to our hearts. I called out for my sister to come and check it as we sat on the bed and remembered the good old days.

It was at that moment that my sister picked up a pillow and hit me with it. It was those feathery fights that we missed the most. Laying on the bed exhausted from our long travels, we saw fading sunlight cracking through our bedroom window. I stood up and opened the curtains and realized it was sunset. The time was finally here we were later. We had to start preparing for her arrival.

LEILA MILED