The Lost — Sisters

This isn’t a sad post. It’s a reminder. If you have sisters, or siblings, or chosen family you’ve let drift: call them. Not because something’s wrong. Just because they still remember the fort.

We lost each other slowly. First to high school, then to college, then to cities with different area codes. No big fight. No betrayal. Just the erosion of time and the assumption that there would always be more of it. The Lost Sisters

Maybe being lost isn’t about not knowing where someone is. Maybe it’s about knowing exactly where they are — and still feeling miles apart. This isn’t a sad post

“The Lost Sisters” isn’t a fairy tale. It’s the story of two girls who grew up in the same house but drifted into different worlds. Not because something’s wrong

I think about them more than I say. I wonder if they think about me.

The last time the three of us were in the same room, we talked about the weather and the Wi-Fi password. Not about the summer we built a fort in the living room, or the night we swore we saw a ghost in the hallway, or how Ella used to sneak us candy before dinner while Maya drew flowers on our hands.