Days of Uneasiness

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It has been a whole year since she left. Uneasiness has been the moon around our house, these days. Every night I have been thinking about her. My mother has been too. I know because she is never very cheerful lately, though she never mentions Charlotte.

I wake up every day, and run out of my room, thinking that I will find my favorite sister laying in  bed. She usually would be up reading very early in the morning, and I would go to my twins ben, and ask her to read the best page of the book to me. It usually ends up being the same page every time, but her sweet voice makes it different each, and every time.

Charlotte would say, when I walked into her room, "Linn! I have been waiting for you for more than two hours!" or something like that.

She almost made me feel like she was way older, and that I was her sweet little sister, even though I am a whole hour older than her.

We both had different strengths, and we would enjoy them together, and never teased each other.

Anyway, I still sleepwalk into her room, only to find an empty, but neatly made bed.


One morning, I remembered that she was gone, and I decided not to look foolish hobbling to the other room, just to be disappointed.

I just sat in bed, and whispered, "Eva, do you ever eel like Charlotte is still here?"

She must have just awoken because she said, "Huh? Oh... oh, yeah. I almost feel like you two are still going to run in here, screeching, like you used to, and awake me.

I gave a chuckle, and said, "I really, really miss her!"

"I know..." Eva began, as the first peeks of sunlight began to sweep the room in warmth, "It was the right thing to do, though. Mama wants Charlotte to be able to have a high education, and , when she comes back, Mama will decide if you should go too."

I thought about that for a moment.

I thought, "Wouldn't it be nice to go to a school where I slept there and Charlotte would be there with me all along?"

Soon enough, mom would be in there to wake us up for a bran new day in the Woodberry household.

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