Two Months - Personal Narrative

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Two Months - Personal Narrative The day my sister left for England, something inside of me woke up. It felt like the desert sand being surprised by cool wet rain, my amazement and surprise was just the same. The reality that this was really happening, we really were being separated, all became too much for me. As close as two siblings could be, it is often difficult to distinguish between Georgie and I. One wonders, where does Georgie start, and where do I begin? Who developed the sarcastic wit, and who picked it up as the years went by? My life is so extraordinary linked to this woman. She is vibrant, she is intelligent. She is beauty that is discovered in the rarest of places, she is the lyrics in that sad song. She is the stars that I wish upon, and she is the cure to every sickness I possess. It began in the morning, Sunday the seventh. The day started just like any other, and surprisingly it took me a few minutes to remember that this was the last day for a year that I'll get to spend with this Georgie. As I crawled into her bed to wake her up, I wondered how I would start a new life, in a new school, with new friends with out my sister at my side. Georgie is my confidante and everything that I do needs approval from her. Every joke I make is applauded with laugher from her. We come as a package; she complements me just as I complement her. Breakfast with the family was a Sunday morning affair. As we gathered around the table the food was soon forgotten as final details were organised and final promises were made. Georgie and I went back to the bedroom afterwards, to re-pack her bag, wishing all the while that this day wasn't happening. We spent the afternoon together, doing what we do best, watching "Friends," laug... ... middle of paper ... ...ten minutes less for me to ask for advice and tell her all my news. My sister and I are different now. She is still her and I love her, but I'm not who I was. In the two months she's been gone, I've made more mistakes than I have in my lifetime. Georgie's not here to help me clean them up, and all I get from her is a supportive crackle on the phone line; "I'm disappointed for you Liz…but I still love you." Georgie is the one person in the world I never doubt, and have no hesitation over trusting with my life. She is the one constant in my life, and when everything else can be going wrong, I've still got this great relationship thing that is still right. Georgie can be a million miles away, and I've finally learnt today; the friendship is still there. The love will never fade, and as much as I'm my own person now, different and unsure, I'll always be the same.
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