"Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree. Saying nothing, that's enough for me."
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I fell iffy about this. I was hoping that she booked her flight for a morning take-off so that I would have a decent excuse to be in school and to avoid having to go with the entire family as we send her off to the airport and bid our (temposray) goodbyes. I cannot imagine how awkward it would be for me, or maybe for her to hug each other and maybe even cry. It's like history repeated itself when my brother departed for LA, but of course it's a different take. My sister is not a lazy-ass when it comes to working. Well technically speaking, she can be lazy but she works hard if she needs to. My brother literally wasted time and money there. Which made me thought, with the two being different in that sense, my sister might not even come back as early as my brother did. In fact, she might really find herself a job there.
I don't know. For one, I'm glad that I won't have to put up with her anymore. We fight like hell. She always say something so hurtful in front of my face. I just can't help but feel a bit relieved by the fact that she will be temporarily gone. But then, here's the guilt. She has a 7-year relationship at stake. That boy, man does she love my ate so much that all my worries go to him instead of me or my family or even her. Having a partner that eager to make things work between the two of them is something that actually kept my sister sane.
And now, I recite August 31 over and over again in my head, trying to remember the obligation I set for that day. And I recalled, I set that date for our annual org plant tour. And suddenly I feel tricked.
Now comes the part wherein I question my doubts about actually hating my sister. Because if I do, then why is it that I feel so gnarly about August 31. The plant tour, my sister leaving and I won't be able to make it in time to at least see her land foot on the terminal.
*Sighs