I miss you

I bought this beautiful, colorful and sturdy umbrella once on vacation in Budapest with my sister. I don't remember where I misplaced it - I just know I'll never see it again. I miss it sometimes when it rains, but nothing comes close to how I miss my sister...

Christmas is moving closer. This summer I drove past my childhood home with a friend of mine, and I asked if we could stop to look at it. The "new" owners happened to be there, and we started to talk. They offered me to come inside, and I got to see my house for the first time in over 19 years. They even offered me the catalogue that came with the house when they bought it. In the catalogue there are pictures of what it looked like when my father sold it to them.

I haven't spoken to my sister since the summer of 2024. I hadn't entered that house since we lived there together in 2007.

You never know what's going to happen. Maybe she will never talk to me again. But I thought of wrapping the catalogue for Christmas, with a note that says, "I miss Christmas with you back home", and send it to her.