The sun caresses my skin. I let the lapping melody of the river lull me and the song of the birds carry me away from this reality. Yesterday, my mother told me a heavy secret that I’m still struggling to digest this morning. Even with this music in my ears, and I had run until I was out of breath and yet... my sister continues to haunt my thoughts.
Sara...
I know full well that the “ifs” won’t change my decision, but I can’t help but think about it:
“If I hadn’t left, she would still be here.”
“If I had kept in touch, she would still be with me.”
“If my parents were more open, she would be happy and a mom...”
The day before, we calmly talked. Well, I mostly listened to what my mother had to tell me. Sara had a problem with the baby, which led to her car accident. She was wearing a ri
