Laughter echoing through the tile-thatched terrace, the
strains of Christmas melodies, and the scent of freshly baked scones in the
oven… My earliest memories are filled with her and I think it’s safe to say –
so are hers. It’s amazing to grow up with someone at the same pace, to conquer
similar obstacles at the same place, and to share emotional whirlwinds at the
same phase. My summer holidays were about her, my letters were all addressed to
her, and my music was always hers. It was tough having to leave her behind and
shift halfway across the world but she was always there when I came back and
now I know she’s never going anywhere.
