It's funny when you have someone, you would thought that the person will always be with you. No separation and what nots. You will never be left alone. But then everyone has got a life of their own. Im writing this with a tinge of sadness and awaiting for the day that that would happen. I'll be losing her across the ocean. A big part of me will be taken away and i have to start preparing myself to live without her. She is the only one I've got since i was a child.
This is not the first time we were separated though. We grew up together for a bit and then she went to the UK with her family for a couple of years and since i was just a little girl back then, i dont remember much of her except her name and her voice on the tapes that she and her family would sent to us in Malaysia. It was easier back then but now its different. She was more than a sister to me. She is and has always been a part of me. She taught me what family and love means considering that my childhood was not a normal one. The thought of being in a distance with her, unable to communicate freely makes me a bit lost.
I remember the day she came back when i was 12. i vaguely remember her because i remembered her differently in my childhood memories but she was like 'sya, u tak ingat i?' After a few days then only i can recall. Years went by and we went through everything together. From all the naughty things, boys and all, gold coast, london, it was all good memories. We understand each other very well. She knows me more than my mother.
Fourteen years has passed. She got married to an Indonesian. Well, i guess she has to do whatever she has to do. I am happy for her but i know its not easy for me and for her as well. We'll see how it goes next year i guess. Hopefully both of us survives well..
For those who know me, you would know who I am talking about. She is my family but she is more than that in my heart. The only sister in this life that i could ever wanted and have.
