It all started when the care package that Maggie sent them came in.
Ana could not remember the last time their eldest sister did that. Maggie had always showered her and their youngest sister, Sara, with so much attention when they were younger.
She would send them all kinds of things — things she knew that they would like — in unbelievably large boxes, just like what their Dad used to do back in the day.
But time passed and things changed.
“She just misses us.” Sara quipped, as she rummaged through the various knick-knacks their sister had sent them. “Things must get lonely on her side, you know?”
“After all this time, I’m sure.” Ana deadpanned as as she helped their Grandmother put away the last jars of preserved fruit that found their way into the box.
“Okay, that’s all of it. Nanay, we’ll be going now, okay? We’ll come home around dinner time.”
“Sara, come on. Let’s go.”
Ana picked up her bag and headed for the door, she stopped when she noticed that her sister wasn’t behind her. She turned back to Sara.
Sara had discarded her bag and her shoes, and she was now seated inside the box. She looked up at Ana as she approached her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m inside the box.” Sara declared with a large grin. She was trying very hard not to giggle.
“Obviously.” Ana replied, exasperated. “What are you doing there? We have to go. We’re late.”
“No, we’re not. Our appointment is at three. It’s only twelve.”
“Honestly Sara, you’re doing this just to annoy me, aren’t you?”
Ana crossed her arms and heaved a great sigh of annoyance. Her sister, at times, can be so childish.
“Remember when the three of us would play inside the box when Dad’s care packages arrived? Those were the times.”
“Sara, that was a long time ago.”
“But still! What I would give to bring it all back…” Sara gave her a sad, little smile.
“I miss the old us, Ana. Why can’t we just go back?”
Her heart broke a little as she looked back at her younger sister. She missed the old times too. They were all so happy back then.
They didn’t know any better.
Ana sighed, and looked away.
“That’s all in the past, Sara. Let it go.”
“I should be the one telling you that.”
Sara stood up and went to take her sister’s hand.
“It’s all in the past, Ana. Let it go. Please?” The last word was unspoken.
Sara tugged her hand a little and led her back to the box.
“Come. Sit with me?”
Something stirred inside Ana’s mind. She thought about what Sara had just said. Can she really let it go?
She shook her head and withdrew her hand from Sara’s grasp.
“I’m sorry, Sara. I still can’t.”
And with that, she turned around and walked away, leaving her youngest sister heartbroken yet again.
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