'To enjoy life you got to take the good with the bad.'
This was our mother favourite saying especially during her last few months with us before she lost her fight with cancer.
Those last few months had been hard on my 19-year-old sister, before the cancer my mother and sister had been inseparable spending a lot of their time with each other. Going shopping, working out together and the rest of the things girls tend to do with each other. It hit her hard that she was losing her mother, her closest friend.
Not to say that our mother and me were not close too each other, me being her first-born son, it was just the way it was.
My sister wasn't the most social of people, she preferred being with one or two close friends to crowds of people. She just wasn't the type to go out and party regularly instead staying in and having wine with her close friends while watching a movie or just chatting.
I was the more social of the two of us and at 21 had done my fair share of partying, spending time with my large group of friends in various situations. I had changed my ways in the last few months though so that I could spend more time with my family making the most of the time we had.
It was during this time that my sister and me grew much closer, we had always helped each other out before, but I had increased the amount I did around the house taking the bulk of the chores so that she didn't have to worry about it too much.
I became a shoulder for my sister to cry on, when everything got too much for her, I would be by her side listening to all her thoughts and worry's and about what she was going to in the future. I made sure to be there for whenever she needed me, and do everything within my power to lower her troubles.
It was a week after our mother's funeral and my sister had spent most of the week alone in her room except for meals, I decided that it was time to change that and headed towards Sophie's room when he didn't find her there he briefly considered where she might be before heading towards their mothers room.
It was there that I found my sister she was asleep on the bed wearing only her regular bed clothes which consisted of panties the current one's being bubblegum blue and one of my t-shirts that was over sized but comfy enough for her to sleep in, from my position I could see that the top had ridden up as her smooth belly was on display.
Shaking my head I looked at her face, from the redness I could see that she had obviously being crying and I silently cursed myself for not being there for her and doing something sooner.
I stood staring at her face for a while, she was beautiful to my eyes and always had been, she was 5' 4" to my 5' 7" has straight brown hair that falls just past her shoulder blades, her face was flawless and make-up free she had never really needed It and used it rarely.
I had been standing there about 10 minutes when she started to stir and realizing I was their standing over her she sat up, pulled down her top and said in a small voice tinged with despair
"Chris!"
I immediately sat down next to her and pulled her into to a hug, she sighed and hugged me back tightly. I had been there a lot for her and she had noticed and felt genuine comfort in my embrace, we stayed like that for a while I then slowly pulled back so that I could see her face. Brushing away the new tears falling down her face, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
"Lets go out for lunch, it would do us both some good to get out Sophie."
"I don't know Chris."
"Come on, we need to do some grocery shopping anyway."
"Ok then, let me something on and I'll be downstairs in a moment"
I nodded my head towards her and said "okay."
It was about 15 minutes later when I heard come downstairs, standing up from the chair, I looked towards her and blinked several times. She had a simple sundress and looked simply amazing.
