I reached the apartment by 12 past 10 'O' clock at night. Withered by the journey back to my old town apartment. I made myself a cup of coffee and fell asleep on the couch thinking of him. It's been almost half a year since I went away. The only contacts I kept were a few calls to mom and my elder sister. Ever since I was a child, I wasn't exposed to many social gatherings or even family gatherings. The only friend, best friend was my elder sister. We had one another in every aspect of our life. She was the one who inspired me in each point of my life. The lonely child within me never took a situation for granted and did something terrible because I had her back. She used to take me to school when I didn't feel to. She is such an artist. The way she take everything within her shoulders and do it with a hard work never failed to fascinate me. She had shown me a world full of colors in my black and white miseries. She can be anything if she wishes upon. I never had such patience as she had. I was always been a bug in my family. Never could I care for them like I keep it all in my head.
Dad was dangerous. His military rules and strict parenting resulted in both of us being left behind in an unknown world. She got brave by all the struggles through her past 25 years. She struggled and worked hard to maintain the family still. I was in a traffic line when I heard she got a job in USA. It was her dream job. She wished to move to that place ever since she was in high school. I couldn't be any happier. I felt like I wanted to go and see my family. But I was caught up in a long thread of work and love.