In the quaint corners of our family history, my sister and I are separated by time and distance but forever bound by an unbreakable sisterly love. For over three decades, We have lived in different worlds, each day marked by the absence of my older sister. Now, as my sister approaches her 75th birthday, I, being the younger one, dream of a reunion, a chance to bridge the gap of those lost years and celebrate the precious moments I have yet to share with her. The desire to embrace her again has grown into an ache in my heart, a longing that only intensifies with each passing day.
Yet, reality stands in the way. Now living on a modest pension, I find myself unable to afford the airfare that would reunite us. The thought of surprising her on this significant milestone, witnessing the sheer joy and tears in her eyes, is a dream that dances just out of reach. I acknowledge the fragility of time, aware that life is fleeting, and the opportunity to hold each other close again may slip away like sand through our fingers. The longing to share the warmth of our sisterly bond, to simply hug my sister once more, is a sentiment that echoes deep within my soul.