Here I am. I am moved and getting used to life in a new state. It's incredibly surreal. Tonight, I'm missing my little sister. I've always felt like she's my own daughter. It's so strange not seeing her every day. Not waking up to the sounds of her laughter, her playing, even her crying. I even miss that heartbreaking cry. What is it about a baby that can give the heartless someone to love? Give the lonely company. How do they do that? No matter the mood, she could make me smile. When she would cry, she would reach for me and I could make her laugh. There is no laugh as beautiful as the laugh of my little Ariadne. I haven't heard her laugh in days.

The worst part? It makes me need my best friend. My Lovely. Someone who's hundreds of miles away.