So.. here I am, about to pour a piece of my heart out. I’ve been on this island for a while now, thinking I was alone. I’m not. Something miraculous has happened a little over a week ago. I’ve found her, I have found my sister. It’s crazy, y’know? To think you’ve lost everything, everyone, only to find out that you haven’t. It’s been so hard for me here on my own.. I’ve never been on my own. Not ever. I’m weak, and I know this, but now I’m not alone anymore.

It was just an ordinary day.. well, as ordinary as it could be. I was rummaging through my bag and I had just happened to look up, an there she was.. walking down the street. She didn’t notice me at first, and I couldn’t let her go this time. I stuffed an zipped my bag as fast as I could and was on my feet in no time. As I got closer I started to say her name, just a whisper at first, but increasing in volume as I got closer. As soon as out eyes connected I knew she recognized me, I knew it. I mean how could she not? She was my big sister after all. So as soon as she knew I broke into a full blown sprint and jumped into her arms. She practically had to pry me off to get a look at me. Next thing you know we were both crying, sobbing actually. It was the happiest I’ve been in a while..