I’ve never been to Shakatu before, but it is beautiful in its own little way. I miss home, but at least I feel different, stronger and more capable of surpassing anything that stands in my way. Even though I miss a certain someone it is not for me to long for him anymore.
I wonder if my parents were still alive if they would be proud of their little girl? I miss them so much and even grandmama. Mystril doesn’t act like she does, but while she’s running around trying to be the mischievous trickster...I can catch a glimpse of her sadness. No one else would as she grinned and playfully bullied, but I can see it. I see her. Maybe that is why we are sisters. I want to tell her someday: “You can’t run forever.” But I can already see the stubborn expression she would pull with an unspoken: “Watch me.”
What a sad bunch we are, but we at least have each other right? If there is a falling star...I think I know what I will wish for.