Sophia
Words without numbers.
My sister was in front of me. She was alive!
Body, soul. Flesh and blood!
I couldn't help but wonder if I was dreaming or if this was real.
I wanted to hold her, but I didn't want to scare her; I'd just calmed her down with pictures of both of us from when we were kids till now.
She was looking around like someone ready to jump at the slightest noise.
I stared into her eyes. I wanted her to see me.
To see me.
“Sara,” I called; she didn't look at me; she had no idea if her name was that.
“Sara.” I tried again, and she looked at me. Not because she recognized the name, but because I waved my hand at her face.
“Where have you been sleeping all this while?” I asked if I could feel my voice breaking, and I took in a deep breath to steady myself.
I was a
