October 12, 2006
My sister's house is the closest thing we have to a home. Our parents moved, got divorced, and eventually lived in different countries. So there's nowhere for us to go that's full of happy childhood memories or anything like that. My sister and her husband have lived in their charming little house deep in the woods for ten years or so. It's always been a happy place, and both our parents spent time there. Now that they're gone, we only have each other, and we still have this special place to be together, share our memories, and make new ones.