We cried together for.. what felt like hours. I forgot what it felt like to hug my sister, to see her, to be within a foot of her. This feels like a dream, but one of those dreams that are too good to be real.
Rosie: “Kids, Danny, this is my sister Carmin.”
Danny: “Hey I know you! Years ago you were talking to little miss Clementine who ran into the baseball field.”
Carmin: “Wa..wait.. that.. that was you?”
Clementine: “Hi Aunt Carmin!!”
Danny: “She’s pretty grown up now huh?”
Carmin: “Hi.. hi Clementine. You.. wow.”
Rosie: “She looks a lot like you did when you were little. She had blue eyes until she turned 8, then they went brown, but before then she looked just like you did.”