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Hi, this is a story about my first ever planned holiday with my then younger sister. I am now twenty years old, and it's been three years since I last took her with me to the airport. That also means three years without her company on the full holidays or during breaks at work. Three years are more than enough time for me to miss her every day of the year - not just over Christmas and New Year's Eve. She can be a little moody sometimes, but she gets everything right most of the time - she has never caused me any trouble or stress. As crazy as it sounds I don't even want to say exactly what I'm thinking, but it would be much easier if she was here.So, in the middle of May, I pack her things in my small bag and head for the airport. After all, she's about to take an important exam and I need to make sure that she won't get distracted by anything during the break. The rest of my family insist on staying home for Christmas this year, so there's nothing I can do about it. Well, that is one thing that annoys me - but then again there's nothing that could put an end to my irritation towards relatives, at least not for now anyway. They're not exactly "reliable" people, not even the one who is supposed to be the closest of them all. When I get to the airport, I pass through security controls and then board the plane. It's only me - no one else shares my seat. The flight takes us somewhere on target... but I can't remember where exactly, so it doesn't really matter at this point anyway. I call my sister on her phone when we land. As soon as she picks up, I tell her that I'm at the airport, waiting for her with a taxi right outside the terminal door. She's supposed to take the bus, but I didn't want to risk it this time - she could be so stressed out or even in a big rush. Sometimes it happens, not too often but once in a while. "Is it okay if I take the taxi?" she asks. "Of course it is," I say. "It's not like you're in the middle of nowhere or something." So, she tells me that she'll be here in about ten minutes or so - then we go silent for a moment, waiting for something that isn't really necessary. The air is cold when we step outside the airport terminal, and there's no one else around at this time of day. "I wonder why no one is here, though," I say after a moment of silence. "Yeah, what's up with that?" she answers. "I would say that it's making me nervous." I frown slightly, but they're the only words my sister says for now. After my call, she tells me about her exam - it's not like it matters much, but they're always important to my sister - they're there for her whole life. Not like anyone else in the family who can't even remember what happened this weekend or last week. I don't know how my parents manage to do something like that... if you ask me it's like losing memory altogether. eccc085e13
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