My Take on It

As we hugged goodbye I knew things were never going to be the same. No more advice. No more secrets. No more Anna.

Since she was six years older than me, I always looked up to her. She was gorgeous, guys were lined up to have a date with her and I was the tomboy with dirt on my face, never getting a second glance. When she left for a date, I would steal her clothes and put on her make-up, just to try to look as beautiful as she always did. When friends of mine would come over I wouldn’t show them my new Nintendo game, I’d take them to meet Anna.

As we got older our age gap seemed to disappear. She transformed from my big sister to my best friend. When I had a problem I knew I only had to walk ten feet to resolve it.

As we talked about different problems, she was always very honest. When I did something wrong she would tell me, but would always provide me with a plan to get things back to normal. She had a way to make me feel better about things and by the end of our conversation I would always feel happier than I did when we started our talk.

This all was about to change. I knew the second we let go of each other my best friend was gone. Instead of walking ten feet to get advice, I would have to talk to her on the phone, over 2000 miles away.

When we finally let go of each other I noticed tears in her eyes. It was clear that I wasn’t the only one hurting. She was the one leaving for California, leaving everything she grew up with behind. She was the one starting a new life, a life she has always dreamed about.

All of these years I thought the world revolved around me and my problems. I never stopped to think about how Anna might be feeling.