Siblings Secret

29--Alma

April 5

"I see—no, we never talked...—that's the number one question, isn't it? But thanks. I will, okay, bye." I hung up. That was certainly interesting. One minute, I'm just chilling and watching TV, and then the next, I get a call from Ivan, which is rare. 

However, what stunned me was when he told me Luna threatened me; to say I was dumbfounded is an understatement. I didn't realize how deep her dislike—well, in this case, hatred towards me goes. It doesn't make sense; we haven't talked since when we entered high school.

In all honesty, I don't even know the reason why we stopped talking; we were the best of friends growing up to the point we got confused as sisters. In our last year of middle school, when summer was approaching, her attitude toward me took a dramatic turn. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. I would excuse her behavior by believing that she was just having a bad day or that she was just going through some things.

I was so wrong.

She distances herself from me. It went from already speaking less to no interaction at all–not even answering my calls or texts. From sisters to strangers, then apparently to rivals. She wished me happiness and health, too, wanting me gone, and couldn't stand my presence.

Of course, I asked her why, but that made whatever problems we had worse. Since then, I haven't tried to befriend her— I just let her be. Realizing that she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore hurt more when she first started to distance herself. I thought there might still be a chance for us.

It's long gone now.

But now, that isn't my problem anymore. She wants to hate me and not even tell me why, so that's fine. That is her choice. For that reason, I lay back on my couch, processing what my little brother told me. A sigh escapes me—being at home is pure bliss, but at the same time, it gets boring, aching to do something but not wanting to leave.

"What can—Oh wait, I haven't checked the mail in a while," getting up from my spot, I head over to the door entrance, put on my shoes, and grab the extra mail key. Heading out, I was met with a windy night—it's strong enough to howl. 

This type of wind is like where one would take a walk along the shorelines of a beach (with your hair getting messed up by the wind), with the moon high in the sky.

"Hmm...I think I'll hang out at the park for a bit after checking the mail. The wind feels too nice to pass up," I thought to myself.

Walking down my apartment stairs, I head to the laundry facility/ mailbox. I wanted to take my time—you don't get this perfect night often. The air is a cool comfort, the breeze is relaxing. My body is calm, so calm that I closed my eyes and walked a bit. The moon is shining my path—it's beautiful.

Opening the door, I made my way to my mailbox. "Damn, I really haven't checked in that long?" I mutter to myself. My mailbox is filled with papers and envelopes. I had to yank it out from how stuffed it was. As I was sorting the mail out–seeing what should be thrown away or kept—I hummed to fill in the quietness. 

"Hmm, not really worth of interest, shame," I mumbled to myself as I finished sorting out all the mail.

 Walking back with the remaining mail at hand, I stop by the mini park, going up to one of the swings.

Sitting there, I glazed up to the sky; because of the streetlight, it was hard to see the stars. That is probably because of the bright moon. Yet, you can still see some twinkle of stars if you look long enough.

Swaying back and forth, I adore the clear night sky. It always made me wonder, but it mostly reminded me how small I really am. Smiling at that thought, I figured I had stayed out long enough. Getting up, I grabbed the mail I left on the floor and headed back.