The living room is empty and quiet,
but once was filled with video games and noise.
Noise that I’d roll my eyes at
Now all I wish is that the noise would come back
I finally have my own bathroom
I told my mom I’m so exited,
I won’t have to clean up after those slobs.
But now it’s too clean,
like nobody used to leave their dirty clothes on the bathroom floor.
The house is so quiet and empty all the time,
Minus the sounds that come from my room.
I used to hear them through the walls,
Now I wish to receive a text at all.
I journal, I write, I sleep, and eat
But nothing can replace the sound of their feet
Running throughout the house so loud,
I feel selfish but so proud
Even if they’re far from home,
No matter if I feel alone,
A teacher will know me from our last name
Ask me a question I know far too well
It used to annoy me, but now it makes my heart swell
We might be older in age,
No longer forced to play,
But I wouldn’t want it any other way
I take pride in being their little sister, every single day.
Author’s Note:
I am the youngest daughter and sister in my house. I have two older brothers who have either moved out or are in the military. In a small town and school, everyone knows their names. I am horribly nostalgic, but also hopeful for their and my own future.
Lilly O’Conner | 15 | Branch, MI | @lillyisjustagirl on Instagram
