Stranger

7 years, wow, a lot to me. I haven't seen you in that long, Of course, I did talk to you 2 years ago on the phone, now not knowing your fate, or what was your fate. Sissy, I dont care what anyone thinks, hating their sisters, because I will always love my stranger. You, sissy, you are my stranger, maybe dying would be a good thing, then, once your fate comes, we will be able to see each other, or not, depending our fates. I see the television, brothers and sisters laughing and filled with joy, but then comes us, separated, thrown around as toys. I know once I can, I will find you, and when that time comes, I will say hello stranger.