Missing You

So my sister was at a band trip thing this past weekend. It was pretty quiet around the house. I got things done, such as sleeping in fifteen minutes, getting ready on time and getting to school five minutes before I usually do with Olivia. It was a good Friday. Still, I could not help missing a little part of that annoyingness that is my thirteen year old sister. That night, my family went to eat at Fugi. We were sitting down at the tables and after we had ordered our drinks, my brother said, "Where's Olivia?". It was quite sad because it was very noticible that she was gone, no random noises being yelled from her room and there was no crying from my brother. Sure enough, when we were all in the kitchen this morning, she started arguing with me about something relating to food. My parentals definitely said they missed the quietness. I, on the other hand, am glad to have my baby sissy back.