text: Some other days they all thought it was over. Some other weeks any chance to reunite seemed invisible, impossible and unthinkable. Black! Dark! Black and dark was his heart. Red! Red but not like wine was her heart; because she was bleeding. She was bleeding pain from inside. Not many people knew, but she missed him every second, every minute and every eternity spent in a single day. He loves her; the first girl he ever knew. She loves him the first boy she ever loved so hard. They both remember how beautiful it was back then, how they use to fight and laugh. They probably never knew how strong the tie was, but they felt deep in them that the tie would hold them together for life. His sister. Her brother. He was far from her, she missed him. Two continents! See the ocean separated one form another’s love. Funny fact: [what they cried is even bigger than that ocean.] But they never lost hope even if sometimes they pushed it away. Just too normal for people of flesh. As the day always comes back after the night it was meant for them to meet again, to touch again, to hug again, to smile again, and hold hands again after a long time apart. Almost ten long and hard years. What a painful separation. Here they are, trying to understand what they have missed, she sees how bigger and taller than her he has become. She left when he was so small, so young as she said, he was just a little brother. He sees how small his sister seems as she was way bigger than him back then before they separated. She tries to understand how her brother’s face has got beard on his cheeks and chin; he understands that his sister is a mother now and he is then an uncle. What a big difference ten years can be in a lifetime! They promised to brother and sister’s love that life will not do them apart again. Yes, Life will not do us apart again sister. <<I hated every single minute away from you>> She said. <<Men are not allowed to cry but I did when I could not hold the pain that it was>> he said. As they are sitting, facing each other, trying to get to recognize the faces that they see now, she cries. But this time she is happy, driven by thousands of emotions that she feels at that particular moment. He says she will be fine. Him : Can we even catch back on ten long years? Impossible right? Her: I don’t know but I sure know I will do my best to make this seem like we never went apart. Him: If bodies are far but love from hearts is still, we are never too far from one another. In the unseen universe, we were still holding hands. Me holding my big sister’s hand. Her: I love you! Him: I love you too yaya ( yaya means big sister/brother, from where they come from ). Time to get new habits, life behind the phone is over, no more video calls, now they are face to face. He forgot how good she cooked, so he tastes her food again, and again, and again as he finds back in her way of cooking, the making of their mother. How beautiful! Family! All we need, all we have to handle as well. She is not that easy of a sister, she likes to tease him. Even if he is twenty three years old now and she's twenty six, they are still the same old brother and sister’s couple that was seven and ten. She fights him when he is bored. She wants to know who got his heart. She asks him every time “where is your girlfriend?” He looks at her, he smiles and he says “chill, I will present her to you when it is time”. Then she adds “You always say that then we never see her. You hide too much of your life from me. I am your sister I need to know who you are dating or seeing”. He smiles again as he doesn’t talk a lot. She is proud, you can see it, you can feel it. As if she is learning to love her brother again like when he was born. The love of a sister, is there anything truer than that except the one from a mother? We are yet to find. And not even every mother love their own kids (reference: Veronique Courjault). She gets familiar with his writing, she loves his movies, she loves to watch them and see him acting, she goes to his game to see him play football. Football from where they are from. When people meet her in the streets, she says, with a great smile: this is my brother. But what happened for them to separate? Life happened. When you are born in a country, in a continent that is house of struggle, where corruption kills talents, opportunities and possibilities of a bright future, your best way to succeed is to get out of there. She had to leave her country and family to rejoin her father in Europe. I could have said half sister but they never called themselves half. They fully love each other, completely. She went when she was so young. He stayed! Time went by until it was his time to leave. But not going to see his sister, not in Europe as her but in the U.S. His big faith in God made him go. As he was told by God himself, that he shall go. Both of them too far, experienced difficulties of getting papers and right to travel again, struggling to be accepted as migrants in countries they never thought they would live in someday. How could they make it easy to reunite if it is not by making it rich? So he worked! He worked hard, he duplicated himself as a picture in your gallery to do everything he could possibly do. Each part of him handling at least two things. But his trust in God and God's promises mixed, made a way to success. He made it as we say. And he flew to go see his mom, his sister, his nephew and his little brother. They held hands once, then love held them until they held hands again.