Why are some days harder than others? Is it because you are close to me today? I wish it weren't so painful and yet, I would bear this pain for you so that you won't have to. I will gladly accept the burden of missing you in exchange for the end of your suffering.

I miss having a sister to do sisterly things with. I regret not spending more time with just you.

Mom says that tears are just our love for you leaking out a bit and I agree. But why does it sometimes seem like a weather patter? Why can I go for months with sunshine, and some days just a mist while others are a downpour?