Today I had a long chat with my sister. We talked about different things and people and even came to more private subjects. It's true I miss talks with her, even with mom, but I'm already kind of "immune" to these things like it wouldn't matter no more as if it's gonna change anything. I just talk, of course, and be open about stuff in my mind. This made me realize how closed we were to discussing important things in a person's life sometimes. There were topics that made her feel awkward. Such topics I didn't care talking about. I have learned from the world, with my own two feet. I have seen, heard, read, experienced but from home and though they are still little, I am still proud. It's a little sad when I think that we were not raised to be open to each other, this is when you get surprised when you figured that after all these years, you never really knew much about each other anymore. It's like she knew me last before she got married, and since then I was on my own. So it's like 'til now she sees me as that 16 year old high school girl who was always the baby in the house. No complains, no regrets for me. Everything is probably meant to happen this way. It's not that I don't care what they think, but I won't need it to change me either. I've become who I am because of what I've been through and we may not share so much information about each other but it doesn't mean we can't be a family. I will try harder to surpass the challenge of being alone. And I don't mean it the negative way, I see it as an inspiration for a harder path to my independence.
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