My sister.

I dreamt of her.

After three years.

It was a nonsense dream but it's definitely her.

Not surprising though, my brain portray her image at the age I last saw her, not suddenly become a projection of future or things like that.

It's a wonder how time heals and make the grief disappears.

Just, it isn't totally gone.

It's there, hidden in plain sight.

A gentle poke and awake, it will.

Hmmmmm.....

I am not a mourner nor a weeper.

I cried when it happened and then, it doesn't affect me anymore.

Wonder if it will be better to be someone who is affected deeply by such demise, like my aunt? You can notice tears welling in her eyes if someone talks about her.

Nonetheless, I miss her.

My only sister.