I could hear the sound of my dad opening the glass door downstairs. We only open that door if we need to get multiple things in and out of the house. I wasn't fully awake at the time, but I knew what was happening. My older sister was moving her things to go live at college. I have older brothers who moved out prior to this, but a relationship between sisters is different. It's indescribable because one second we hate each other with almost every atom in our bodies screams, but there are other atoms that speak louder for the love that we have for each other.

As my sister was passing her items to my dad on the other side of the door I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. The sun had just come up, so it was pretty early. I was in second grade, and I had school that morning. My mom tried to put me back to bed, but I wasn't having it. I wasn't a morning person, and I'm still not a morning person. I stood on the opposite side of the room from the glass door that was opened for my sister. She looked at me and smiled. I knew she was happy; she was starting her new adult life away from home, but I wasn't happy. I wasn't prepared to live with just mom and dad. I love them, but I still needed someone on my side. There were four of us, so it's like going from big family, to average family, to only child. I didn't want to be an only child. I didn't want my sister to leave.

I dragged my feet across the kitchen. I didn't even make two steps without bursting into tears. When I reached the other side of the kitchen, where the glass door was, I stood by my sister. "Sissy, please don't go," I managed to whimper between my teary hiccups. "My classes start next week, Hannah. I need to move now," she explained to me. I knew Edinboro wasn't even 15 minutes away from our house, but I still didn't like the distance. I still loved her after she sat on me for the TV remote, I still loved her after she grossed me out because I was a major germaphobe, I still loved her even though I knew she was leaving me. My mind was racing with words like "don't go", "stay here", "you can commute", but even as a second grader I knew she had to leave. It was her decision, and I couldn't stop her.

My sister finished packing her stuff into the car, and my dad sat in the car to help her move into her new dorm. She jumped out the door, and stood on the other side. "Goodbye, Hannah, I love you, and I'll see you soon," she looked me in the eyes and said. "I love you, Sissy," I responded back. I hugged my sister through the opened door. She got in the car, and my dad drove away.

I was heartbroken. I didn't move from the spot of the glass window. I remember putting my small hand against the glass and making a smudge. It wasn't even five minutes and I already missed her. I knew I would see her again, but she was still gone, she was not living with me, she was still in college. I cried at the window; I don't remember how long I sat there, but it felt like forever. "Sissy, please don't go," I cried, but she was already gone.

The very next day, my mom, dad, and I went over to her dorm to help her move into her dorm. The fifth floor of the building she was staying at was haunted, so the elevator would stop on the fifth floor every time, even if you were going to the second floor it would go up then go down. I was afraid, but my sister thought it was cool.

She lived at school, and I was lonely. I would play by myself, I would look up songs on Guitar Hero to remember her, I would even sit in her empty room. A couple years later though she moved back home. I wasn't an only child anymore, and my sister was back home. I was happy. My sister was living with me again.