My sister broke her wrist last week. The doctors gave her a temporary wrist wrap to support it until she could get in to have a plaster cast put on it.
Yesterday she went in to get the plaster cast put on. The doctors had to put her under to do it. All I can picture is my little sister (she's not quite ten) being drugged so they can reset her wrist. She was probably so scared. She's not even 10! I wish I could've been there for her. I wish I could've sat next to her and held her hand and told her everything was going to be fine. Oh, my brave little girl. I wish I could be there when she wakes up and hold her. Good grief, I miss her. I miss them all.
Hello, homesickness. Long time, no see.
I have to go home this weekend. I just have to. I'm going to do whatever it takes. I'll find the money, even if I have to ask a million people for a $1 loan. I'll drive as far as I can and walk the rest of the way. It's been almost a month since I've seen my family. And I probably won't see them again until fall break at the earliest.
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