“Where’s Maggie?”, was the first thought that came to mind when I entered their home – my home. I didn’t know what to expect, but there was a piece of me that knew nothing had changed. I was wrong.
There she was, walking groggily towards my parents and I to welcome us. I didn’t know what to expect, actually, I wasn’t in any state of expectation. Every time I visited them in the past, she had always just been my cousin, that relative you only see a couple of times a year and whose primary responsibility was to make sure I had fun in their hometown, Toronto, but something changed and I couldn’t point my finger on it. I tried and tried to figure it out and when I finally gave up that was when I realized what it was. It wasn’t something new that came in the picture but it was what had always been there.
We were like a movie that was paused in the absence of its watcher and was now playing again but this time in HD. When she was telling me stories about her life and what had happened in my absence, I found myself in a deep realization that our relationship had grown. A lot had changed but it didn’t seem to have mattered that we hadn’t seen each other for a while. We may not have the bond of real siblings but she had always been there. I just unknowingly misplaced her in the outskirts of my heart because of the mentality that distance would disable us from building any bond, but blood* definitely made up for that (“we’re blood” – Margaret).
Maggie, you are one of the many spices of my life and I can’t wait to see you again.
~ Loving you always from New York, especially when I’m in Canada. However, I am certain that no matter how far apart we may be, our love will always reach.
*Blood – because we’re related not because we’re part of the gang.