Big Sister

Five years old and in urgent need to find my big sister, I worriedly roamed around the familiar church sanctuary. I desperately longed to find her, never for any particular reason; I just always enjoyed abiding in her presence. Surrounded by towering people, I hurriedly weaved my way through the clusters of grown-ups in determination. Only being able to see the legs of many, made my journey a lot more challenging, but I continued on hunting for my sister. Finally I caught a glimpse of her flowered denim skirt and gleefully scuttled towards her. At last, I reached her. She picked me up and embraced me in her arms as I gazed into her deep blue eyes and burrowed my head into her brownish-blonde hair. Content with just standing by her and clinging to her side, I felt so relieved to have finally found my big sister. All day long I happily tagged along with my sister and her friends, not saying a word, just following in her shadow.