My Sister

You were there ever since I was been born,
You were the apple of our father’s eye.
But slowly we came apart,
It tore a huge hole in my heart.

The usual arguments;
About who gets to use the bathroom first,
Were now lost and forgotten.
All that is left now,
Is a piece of a precious but distant memory.

If only good times could be revived,
But it is all different now.
We are growing up,
And free times are spent with friends.

Our lives are changing,
It’s a sign of maturity.
We start drifting apart,
And we are no longer what we’re used to be.

Amanda Chan
3 Justice