My sister is the person I am closest to in this world, she’s been my best friend for half my life. Though lately she’s been drifting away. Ever since he came I’ve been sitting at home waiting, wishing she were with me. I should be happy for her and I try but when I’m alone all I can do is hate him. I hate him for taking away my sister. She’s my safe place, my home, and now she’s gone. I remember watching her walk down the aisle as I cried. With each step towards him, she was a step farther from me. I reached out for her but she was in his arms, out of my reach. They are happily married now and expecting their first child. As for me, I’m still at home, waiting for my soul sister to come home.