As I sat down, the phone rang. I pick it up and see a familiar face.
"Whats been going on? Dad said things we're bad, God I wish I was home."
Words of a sister, who cares more than she can handle.
She's far away, you see. Feeling helpless, but there's no way I'd ever wish her anywhere else.
There she can find peace, our home is no place for love anymore.
It's not how we remember it, it's not how it used to be.
I know you wish it was, sweetie I do too.
But this cycle didn't start, nor will it end with you.
This is the millionth time I've said this, but you just don't understand.
Our family has lost its way, but I'm praying you find yours.
I miss our long talks and chunk cheese on the couch, but this place is a cage and I'm proud that you got out.
Don't think I don't miss you, I do everyday.
You should see the smile on everyones face when we hear your name.
We laugh and tell old stories and wish you were around.
You're out protecting our country, we're more than just proud.
I'm ecstatic that you're my sister. I couldn't ask for anyone better.

You are our savior, far or near.
You don't have to be where someone is physically to help them, you taught me that.