My sister left for college last week.

I think she took a piece of my heart with her.

I took the stuffed animal from her bed

and a sweatshirt she left that still smells like her

I've cried every day since she left.

Ill never live in the same home as her again

It feels like yesterday that I was making smores and fighting whose was more tasty

It feels like last night we were laughing at old videos of us.

that mom woke us up to tell us to quiet down

and took our phones as we were still laughing

Wasn’t it just last week that she helped me with my friend's issues?

Weren’t we just kids?

Aren't we still?