She Was the One Who Always Borrowed Your Stuff
Without asking, without permission. You'd catch her sipping your soda, snacking on your snacks, and using your soap. You'd come home to find your favorite video games gone, your favorite books moved, and your favorite blanket stolen. And still, you'd always be there for her. Because family.
But now she's moved out. And you're left with the memories, the lingering scent of last night's pizza, and the faint taste of your favorite cereal on your tongue.
It's a bittersweet feeling, like the time you finally mastered that one level in Contra, but the controller was always in her hands.
Here's a Photo, because, well, you know she's got some good ones.
And if you're wondering where she went, well, let's just say she's on a wild adventure.