Today is the first time since I got here, that I feel really home sick. I would do anything to just get on a plane and hug my little sister, telling her that everything is going to be okay.
When we were ten and twelve we each got a cat. Little fluffy grey balls that at first did not really like us but we loved them throughout their lives. Just a week before I left for London, we had to say goodbye to my little grey ball. Eventhough I had prepared for it for a long time, seeing as she had been ill for two thirds of her life, I was still devestated and I think of only one occasion during which I cried harder.
Today, my sister is going to have to say goodbye to her little grey ball of fluff and I wish, more than anything, that I was able to go with her and hold her together, like she held me together in early August.
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