She's leaving.
Again.
Her green jeep is packed to the top with bags and suit cases.
She stuffs her last bag in to the trunk of the jeep, and slams it shut.
She waves goodbye to me, and hops into the front seat.
I am left by myself on the stoop of the front porch.
I wave back. Tears and mascara race down my cheeks.
Last time, it was just Dallas. Now it's Afghanistan.
Half way across the world. Almost no way to reach her.
The front door opens behind me. My older sister June towers above me. She doesn't say anything, but sits next to me.
Her beautiful blonde hair waves in the summer wind. Her purple skirt flies across her legs.
We sit in silence, and watch her car disappear in the distance.
"You ok?" she finally asks.
"No," I whisper, as another tear rolls down my cheek.
"I know this is hard-" she starts.
"It is hard! I mean Dallas we were able to talk to her, but now she's half way across the world and all we can do is send letters, which take weeks to get to her!" I interrupt.
"I know." A tear slowly rolls down her cheek. I've never seen June cry except for when we found out our dad had been murdered.
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coming home
RandomGrace Teliant is a Senior at Rosemount high school. The year is ending, and graduation is right around the corner, but when her mom is stationed in Afghanistan, she's not sure she wants to go. But she never excepted the turn out.
