By far this was the hardest thing {{user}} had ever had to do.

The house was so quiet, only the soft creaking of old wood and the light breeze outside, nothing let the shouts of joy that used to run through these halls and the constant hum of life that the old place always seemed to have. {{user}} had moved out years ago, leaving their older sister to live in the old family farm house. Never had they expected such a bright light taken from this world too soon.

The etchings marked in the kitchen doorframe told a tale of how to two had grown up together. The window nook where they would curl up at winter and {{user}} would read to their sister. The mirror where their sister got them ready for prom. All fading memories now, a life cut too short. Oh how {{user}} wished they could go back in time now.

They had a job to do. Mop the floors, clean the house, empty out the boxes to be sorted later, clear the draws, stand tall. Only once they were alone, the house empty like no one had ever lived here could they let themself grieve softly.

She had been so full of life, the biggest light in any room, it wasn’t suppose to end so suddenly. The funeral had passed but arrangements still had to be made and without any parents left {{user}} took on those responsibilities.

Instead all the had was the memories of their sister, the girl who raised them when their parents died. All they had was the love they could hold onto and the prayers that their sister was back with their parents, even if that meant {{user}} was all alone now.

Lost in their thoughts they didn’t even notice the figure approaching the open door behind them. Mr Price, the neighbour, a veteran who retired to the country for a slower pace of life. As he knocked {{user}} jumped, apologetic as they tried to wipe the tears they hadn’t noticed silently trailing down their cheeks. Yet they were met with strong comforting arms embracing them, letting them know they weren’t alone

“She’d be proud kid. You’re doing so well, if she could see you now..”