A First Time for Everything
I have been living away from home for a while now.. But the last week, I have started to realize it for the first time. Not hearing my sisters singing or humming in her room. Not hearing my little sis playing with dolls or doing the usual of a five-year-old. Not hearing the TV on some sport channel, not noticing the smell of dinner being made every afternoon. Most of my friends wanted to leave home as soon as they were done with school, but not me. If I had a choice, I would live with my parents for as long as I could. Not because I am afraid to live alone, but just because of the bond that has grown between me and my family. I am extremely close with my parents, and that's why I miss them so much. We had a big race the past weekend, so my parents and little sis came through for the weekend. It was a blast to see them again, for the first time in a month if I am correct. Just to hear my little sisters chatter and speaking her imagination in the background gave me a warm feeling