Tonight I took a pause over this picture taken last month. There is a special ache felt only from missing those from the same womb.
My siblings.
The only ones who share the same starting place as me.
I struggle with being so far away. 3,000 miles is a tough pill to swallow in those moments where the busyness ceases and I’m the only one awake to think about things. Things usually means people because I am a product of those in my life. I have developed an acute sense of these 2 in me… how my sister’s existence taught me to not be a spoiled brat (for the most part), how my brother taught me how to live with a boy, and how the resolution of a fight is, ultimately, a chance to become closer to that person even if it takes a decade.
My parents told me this would happen…. that there would be a day that I missed sitting around the table with all of us, or letting my sister borrow my shirts.
Well, that’s today.






