My sister had recently joined the Airforce when she graduated. She departed and stayed away for a long time; we couldn’t see her for a long time. It was hard to understand how much we talked until after she left. We all missed her very much and could not communicate for several weeks, we were separated by a wall.

The entire time she was gone we were counting down to the moment we would get to see her again. We would get periodic Letters. She had the option of one phone call in the beginning, she was able to talk to our mom for three minutes to give her the mailing address. “I'm doing horrible” she complained.

“I wish I could be there,” my mother responded. She knew that this was all my mom was imagining the whole time, that she was doing horrible.

Afterwards, my sister explained, ¨I shouldn't have said that; I regretted it as soon as I hung up the phone.¨  The time between her departure and our journey to see her was very long and very painful. We finally made it to the time of our trip.

We finally made it to the time of our trip. The trip down to Texas was straining. upsetting, and painstaking. This trip was going to be great. We travelled for days without stopping, like we were trying to escape something. I recalled the trip to disney: we took that years ago, in a van just like this one. We finally arrived at the hotel we were to stay at.

It was a Holiday Inn; when we opened the doors the inside smelled like chlorine, from the indoor pool, and the cold air rushed out the doors into the hot Texas air. We waited for our parents to arrange the room while we sat in the lobby. The cool chairs hugged us, and we sighed in relief. We went up to our rooms and arranged our things.

The following day, we were finally able to go see my sister. We quickly and quietly packed some of our things at 6:30 in the morning. We went to the parade at which we would see her, we had to suffer in the bleachers in the hot and humid sun for a while. The heat radiated from the sun, burning our skin. The pavement seats we sat on were as hot as an oven, and it hurt to put our hands down. The shade mocked us by slowly creeping close to our seats--not onto us in time--leaving us frying in the hot Texas sun. When the parade ran by, everyone was wearing different colored shirts: red, navy blue, and tan. She finally came out and we saw her and were allowed to talk to her after. It was great to get to see her in person again.

We went to the city of San Antonio which is where we had to stay and we toured the city. We visited where Colonel James Bowie made his last stand, and did a river walk. The Alamo was beyond boring, and had little to offer. The river walk wasn’t a river, but a disgusting, rancid canal cutting through the city. The city had little to offer other than the fact we could spend time with our sister.

The trip was horrible, it was a great trip. We were finally able to see my sister and break down the wall that separated us for that time. Although the trip was horrible, we had a great time due to the fact we were able to see her. We were able to talk to her after the trip too, she can now use her phone to call us so it is almost as if she never left.