"But then it hits me, you've got time to kill baby. Don't go jump the gun."
I sunk myself into the mug of coffee and took a drink before looking up at the women that had blond dye in her black hair. She looks so different, and more mature than the last time I saw her.
"Don't get all bummed out by this. You knew I was coming." Mari said frying some bacon. "You better go start packing your things. We leave in two weeks." She continued.
"Are you happy?" I asked. I placed the mug down on the table and stared at Mari's back. "When you left you hardly ever called, and you never came here for birthdays or Christmas. This is the first time I've seen you in years." I explained to Mari.
Mari turned the stove off and placed the bacon on a plate before sliding to a seat in front of me. "I don't believe life is suppose to be about happiness. I focus my time on being successful." Mari said.
"I see." When had my sister changed so much?
"I'll drive you to school, finish your food." She said getting up and leaving the kitchen.
I look at the plate of bacon. I wonder if happiness if hard to achieve. Is their a special way to get it? For someone who takes anti depression pills, I think way too much.
I got up and walked to the front door. Leaving the plate of untouched bacon on the table.