I remember back in 2nd grade when you moved to California. I was left a bunk bed, too big for my figure. As soon as you left, I climbed up to the top bunk and claimed it as mine. I looked around the room and it was quiet.

We were strolling down the street in Korea when I received a text from Mom. It was about your admission to F.I.T. in New York; you were accepted. I was so happy for you. You had been longing for that letter for several months. You screamed in excitement and jumped up with hysteria. I congratulated you.

Now as I'm home by myself, packing and readying myself to move out just as you did, it is truly quiet. I hear the freeway in the distance and the TV playing in the background, but I do not hear any voices. I walked into your room, saw that it was empty and realized there was a part of me that felt the same too. I walked out of your room and tried to remember all the good times we had together.

But I couldn't.

Not because we didn't have any, but because I didn't want to. The more I remembered, the more I missed it. All the nostalgic memories aroused my emotions and my senses. It made me melancholy. I knew deep down that it was because every time I remembered you, I remembered that we are on separate ways now.

I am going to miss you. You were the only sister I had. We weren't that close, even though we tried to be. We had dissimilar interests, and conflicting personalities. Yet you were one of the few in this world I truly cared about despite the differences. I hate having to be reminded that you're gone. So I will forget.

Because it's easier to forget than it is to remember.

Let's forget that we live on the opposite edge of the country, hundreds of miles away. Let's forget that we will only be able to have lunch maybe once or twice a year. Let's forget that I was supposed to give you your Seattle sweatshirt back. We are on separate ways now and I guess it's time for us to start heading in our own directions. But as we set apart farther away from each other, let us remember that we are still family. Let us remember that we are still brothers and sisters. Let us remember all those good times we had the numerous times we've fought. Let distance physically pull us apart but bring us closer in spirit to strengthen our relationship.

God gave us everything we need to overcome any endeavors that may come our way. And so I believe. And so I will see.

I will see you in the next moment, but until then, I will keep myself accompanied in our quiet, empty home. So be safe, and be on your way.

I'll see you soon.