A Girl That Saw Her Sister for the Last Time

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The Last Day I saw my Sister Angela Khamofu was almost 2 years old when I first met her. I wouldn’t remember, because I wasn’t up to an hour old, but I’m sure she had a smile on her face when she saw her new baby sister. Now she is 18, and I am 16, and all that comes to mind is “wow! What an amazing ride we’ve had as sisters.” I look back to how we did everything together. When I say “everything”, I mean “EVERYTHING!” We showered together, went to school together, slept together, ate together, sang and danced together, and played and climbed trees together. However, each of our activities served as a platform, on most days, to fight with each other. It was horrible. We loved each other and shared our best moments together, but sometimes, it seemed like we hated each other and didn’t see eye to eye. When Angela was 10, she changed schools. It wasn’t just any school though; it was a boarding school in another city. I was devastated. I remember traveling to the city of her new school with her and crying the whole way as I traveled back without her. I wailed even more as I came back home to the empty room we used to share. I slept in my parents’ room for almost a month. Nothing could fill the void. My best friend had left me, and I had no one else who could share my life with me the way she did. Like they say, “distance makes the heart grow fonder.” The person I thought made my life miserable was now who I cried and wept for. I was determined to change my ways, respect and love her as my sister. Over two months later, my sister came back home for a short break. I was so excited to hug her and hear all about her new school and friends. However, the Angela I said goodbye to was not the same Angela I welcomed back home. She was no longer the bubbly, loving sister I used to know. She was so inconsiderate and rude. I was in awe as to what had happened to her. You can
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