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I LOOK OUT MY WINDOW FOR THE LAST TIME.
I smell the fragrance of ripening mangoes from the tree's outside. The sweet scent is mixed with cool morning air and a hint of roses from my garden. The birds are singing a harmonized tune; my roses are just starting to bloom. It's the perfect time to relax and enjoy the beauty of nature except my heart is breaking.
Deep down inside I felt as though I would never see my home again, and for a while I was ok with that until now. Now that it's not going to be mine, now that I'm losing it. "You don't know what you have until its gone." it's true, and I'm afraid it's gone for good.
Still looking out the window, I see the little bird house I built with my mother. No one feeds the birds anymore; no one hums that beautiful tune while making breakfast. That tune I found so annoying, that same tune I'd love to hear again.
I look around at the emptiness my room has become. A few weeks ago it was beautiful and full of life. The fun pink walls now look dead and the lights seem tinted. There is no life here anymore. Maybe it really is time to move.
"Xena! Five minutes till go-go time!" my older sister Zara calls in that sweet and loving tone.
Her voice is as soft as honey and as smooth as silk. Zara is always so calm and understanding. I like to think of her as a warrior princess-tough, and beautiful. People say I look like her, but I don't think I'm as beautiful. we have the same shoulder length, thick curly hair- were hers is light brown with a hint of gold, mine is jet black with a tint of blue. We share high cheek bones, and long dark lashes that fill the lids of our slanted almond shaped eyes.
After all we've been through; I've never seen her for once break down. After our mother died she'd taken her spot to look after me. Even though we're only four years apart she plays the role of a mother and a big sister so well.
"Xena!" she calls again
"Zara!" I respond trying to imitate her pleasant tone. Unfortunately it doesn't works. I've been cursed with a low raspy voice. I guess it matches my frail skinny body. Although, what I don't have in weight, I make up for in height. At age twenty zena is 6"3, and I'm a perfect 6 ft. it runs in the family.