After eight years...
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I am a doctor in the City hospital. It has been eight years since I met with my sister. Mom and dad have moved to Boston. They wanted to have a ‘life of their own', as they have quoted it. During these years, she hasn’t contacted me or our parents. I tried a few years ago to find her. Eventhough she told us never to look for her again, she’s my sister. I can’t possibly leave her like that. So I went to look for her. Searching her in a big city like London was tough. Some of her friends whom I had contact with told me that she worked at a law firm in London. But when I reached there, I found out that she had moved from there. No one knew where she was. I wanted to meet her so badly. But all my search was in vain.
I had to abort my mission on finding her. But I still kept an ear out hoping to hear something.
Being an oncologist, just like my childhood dream, I had met many people. I even met a kid who was just like my sister when we were young. Eventhough the hospital was never a happy place, some of the patients made it brighter. Especially the kids. They spread their cuteness and joy all over the place. One such day, as I was working, I got a phone call.
“Hello. Dr. Havens speaking. May I know who this is?”
“Miss me?!!”
That tone was something that I would never forget. However it matured or deepened, I would always recognise that voice even from a crowd.
“April? Is it you?!! Where are you? Where have you been?”
“Slow down sis… Yes. It’s me. Let’s meet up and talk.”
“Ok. Where?”
We agreed to meet up at the Starbucks near our home in the afternoon. I took a half day off. I was really exited to meet her again. Those eight years felt long enough. My patience was almost at its end. I took off in my car, almost hitting a lamp post. But I managed to make it to the Starbucks in one piece. As I was parking the car, I saw someone at the entrance to the place. She had black hair like mine. She wore a short dress. The breeze was playing with her hair. I got out of my car and approached that familiar person.
“April?”
Hearing that name, she turned. It was just like looking in a mirror for me, except my mirror image had red eyes.
“Hey sis.. Long time. Let’s go in. Or do you want to stand out here and catch a cold?”
She laughed. I realised that she had changed a lot. Not a nerd anymore. And not at all that nervous girl who went abroad. We went inside the café and ordered our drinks.
“So.. What are you doing now-a-days sis? From your intro from the phone call, I presume you are a doctor.”
“Yes. I’m an oncologist. I work here at the city hospital. Where have you been all these years April? Did you know how worried mom and dad were? Why didn’t you even call us?”
“Wow… Slow it down. Which one should I answer first?”
“How about everything?”
“Ok. As to where I was, I was in London for a few years. Then I got a job in a law firm in Tuscany. So I moved to there. I should have called you guys, but I thought I needed some time alone. So here I am after eight years. I guess I have changed right. Well these eight years….”
She trailed off. She then looked at me straight in the eyes.
“… I have learned what I am.”
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