So my little sister is going to Spain for a week this Sunday. And I won’t be able to properly say goodbye to her because I have to work early today.
It’s her first time flying and going to a different country so I’m quite nervous for her. I’m going to miss her terribly, even though I pretended I wouldn’t. I mean: I’m the oldest. Can’t go bawling my eyes out and making a scene.
It’s always been her who had to miss me while I went to foreign countries with school. Now it’s my time to miss her.