Memoir

Sisters at Heart

By Allison Ludwig

“What! No, no! Why is this happening to me?” I said to my mom as she told me the news. As she told me, cold, salty tears that burned my face left trails on my cheeks. I can’t believe it. My best friend was leaving. From sisters at heart to sisters apart? No, that’s not how it’s supposed to be. We were supposed to be together forever and now she was leaving? Well, I guess it was maybe for the best. No its not! Her dad got a promotion, which was good for him, but her leaving felt wrong. No more pretending and dressing up, no more singing to Hannah Montana, no more picnics in the park. What was I going to do without her? Facing the facts that there was no way to change her parent’s mind made it even harder.

The month before she moved went as quick as a blink. I went to her little blue house, helped her pack all of her clothes and furnishings, and we cried for so long, that every time we saw each other, we wept. The day before they left was really hard for both me and her. We did our dance and our special handshake; I mean what best friends don’t have a handshake? Then, the heart wrenching, tear trailing goodbyes. Out of tears, sobs, and sniffling noses, we both came out to say our “Goodbyes” and “I will miss you.”

After they had settled in to their new house in Sioux Falls, we went to see them for a day. We went to the mall, and messed around at her house all day. But then, another heart break. We got a Christmas letter in the mail saying, “Dear friends and family, I must tell you the good news and the bad news. The good news it Jeff got a promotion. Then the bad news. His promotion… is in Texas. In a week we will be moving.” Ok, so I guess maybe it’s good news. “I don’t know, maybe this is a sign we shouldn’t be friends.” I thought

 “Mom! Mom, um… Haley is well… moving…again.” The look on my mom’s face said that we weren’t going to see them before they left for Kingsville.

In Texas, they moved into an amazing home. They had a pool, a four bedroom, four-bathroom house and luckily she got a phone so we could talk. We then found out about two months later that they had moved on the ranch. There house there doesn’t have a pool, but it is a lot fancier. Kingsville, Texas is about an hour from the Mexican border and about 19 hours from here. The closer they moved to Mexico, the farther they moved from me.

We talk and text each other almost everyday. Even though she isn’t here with me right now, she is really still with me. We are best friends, and we won’t change it as long as we live. After all, sisters at heart can be apart, even if it is more than one thousand miles away.