klaus-383223 @klaus-383223
As I sit here surrounded by the silence of my apartment, I can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. It's been five years since I last saw my sister, and it feels like an eternity since we've had any real connection. Growing up in Colombia was always a struggle for our family; poverty and violence were constant companions that hung in the air like a thick fog. But amidst all the hardship, there was one thing that brought us together - our love of music.
My sister, Sofia, had this voice that could melt hearts. She would sing to anyone who would listen, whether it was on the streets or at church. I would watch her with envy, wishing that I could possess half the talent she had. Little did I know, my own passion for singing would one day be what set us apart.
I remember the night we argued over whose turn it was to sing at our cousin's wedding. We were both so passionate about it that words got cut short and fists flew. It was a moment of pure chaos. After that night, Sofia disappeared from my life. I've been searching for her ever since, scouring every corner of the city in search of her, but she seems to have vanished into thin air.
