Missing my little angels

I miss my sisters so much, and this afternoon’s tears proved how I long to see, play, sing, laugh, and eat with them again.

Do you know how it feels whn the rest of your family members are there while you are here, alone? Do you know how it feels when you miss the noise inside your house? Do you know how it feels when though you are in a place with fascinating view, yet, you still want to see your home for you know that it is the best and the most beautiful place you have in your entire life?

I feel it completely because at this very moment, I miss the most important people in my life, especially my sisters.

I could remember when every time I retun home, they always run towards me, hug me, kiss me, check my bag to see if I have something for them, and say “Ate!” I could remember when they ask horror stories to tell them , and how I create fictional accounts just to scare them. I could remember when they “kuhit” my back and start running to make me follow them. Thus, we ran around the house, chasing each other. I remember when they chose me to bathe them instead of mama and papa. I remember more things we usually do at home when we’re together.

If only La Libertad is 30 kilometers away, I’ll really return home, even everyday, I’ll do. If only I don’t have classes on weekends, I’ll go home weekly. If only I don’t have responsibilities here aside from my studies, I’d rather perform my task as their eldest.

But our place is very far, I am at school 7 days a week, I have to accomplish my duty in the publication, and I have to do my responsibility as student. That’s why I’m trying to be with friends every minute so I can fill this emptiness of missing them.