Like my sister, I am missing so so so many things.

I miss jumping on ice plants just so that could make compost. I miss how my parents would take photos of me when I cried because they thought I was so cute. I miss taking the hikes into suburban wilderness. I miss playing with the \”river\” during the rainy seasons. I miss how I used to have Santa Workshops where I would spend hours each day working on Christmas presents. I miss reading Highlights. I miss creating a library of my own where I would lend and check in books to my sister.

I miss how we would have game nights upstairs in the play room. I miss how I would take my bike and go for an adventure. I miss how I thought my first \”novel\” was the greatest work of art ever completed. I miss how my sister and I would cook up a disaster in the kitchen. I miss the Gargoyles. I miss how my sister and I could spend 3 hours in the swimming pool doing nothing. I miss creating stories St. Nock and my sister\’s stuffed animals.

I miss my i-am-so-smart-i-don\’t-need-to-study attitude, because it was true. I miss doing well in Chinese school, because I always cheated and they knew I couldn\’t speak good Cantonese. I miss the potlucks I had during lunch. I miss how I used to always go to sleep before my mother came home. I miss driving, just to go driving. I miss how I used to be really easy-going. I miss the 6 guys I used to really know.

I miss going to the airport to pick you up. I miss how I was much more shy and never said anything and never got into trouble with people. I miss living closer to Soda Hall. I miss smiling about nothing. I miss how I used to be really funny. I miss going to a friend\’s place randomly and spontaneously. I miss how I spent 10 hours online, all worth every single minute. I miss going to sleep with flushed cheeks because I had just finished talking to you. I miss arriving hours early for appointments. And really, I miss you.