Come home.

I miss my sister today. My beloved sister. Of course I love my other sister, and my brother too. But they are 10 years older than me, so we are'nt as close as me and youngest sister. I am sixteen years old, and i'm the last born in my family. I'm the one who don't remember or was born when all the good memories was made.
I almost don't remember my grandfather, and I don't remember my grandmothers father either, just a little bit, small flash backs. I remember when my grandpa was going out on the yard smoking cigarettes, how mad my grandma was on him about that. I remember when my grandma's dad visited us at my grandma's house, he came there every dat eating dinner, and when I sat there on the floor he took his cain and "shot" me with it, and he took my toys an stuff.
I remember how funny I thought it was, how I laughed.

It's one of these days when you miss when you were little.

Hugs.