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Sibling love: Back for the holidays

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The click of a turning key, the cheerful squeak of the front door’s hinges, the gentil whirring of the suitcase wheels… Could it be?

“I’m home!” Pavitra shouted up the stairs. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized how much I had missed her. Life had indeed gone on without her, and I had barely found the time to feel lonely without my sister. After all, there were dance classes to take, Spotify playlists to listen to, television shows to catch up on, and of course a full load of high-school course work to fill my time.

But, it was then that I realized what I had truly been missing. I no longer enjoyed the luxury of sister-sleepovers or the exotic restaurants Pavitra would force our family to go to. In fact, the family just was not complete without her.

As self-absorbed as I was with my life, there had been a hole in my world, particularly for the first few weeks after she left for college. I would come home and tell funny stories from school, which weren’t greeted with nearly as much enthusiasm from my parents. I would find an amazing song and have no one to share it with. I would gear up for the gym and remember that my sister was not home to drive me there.

People frequently ask me if I see my sister all the time, being that she is at Stanford, a brief 45-minute drive away. What they fail to consider is that our family does not have an open invitation. College life is about independence, and unfortunately for me, my sister is having a great time there. So no, I didn’t go visit her and sleep over. No, she wasn’t around to drag me to Ethiopian restaurants against my will. And no, she did not come home – not until the holidays.

That is why, when I heard her come in, the excitement came flooding into me. I ran down the stairs, nearly tripping over my mother’s purse (which she had no-doubt strategically placed there to teach me a lesson about running in the house).

“Did you miss me?” Pavitra asked, grinning, eyebrows raised, arms wrapped around me in a big hug.

The answer was a resounding yes, more than she will ever know.

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About the Contributor
Vasudha Rengarajan, Harker Aquila Editor-in-Chief
Vasudha Rengarajan is the Editor-in-Chief of Harker Aquila. As former Features editor and Sports editor for Aquila and a reporter for The Winged Post, Vasudha has enjoyed a versatile career in student journalism. She combines her love of journalism with her interest in science, holding a position as an associate editor for The Triple Helix at Harker. When not pursuing a lead or tracking down sources for quotes, Vasudha enjoys singing, dancing, and spending time with family.