I was cooking dinner and heard the beep of a text message notification. I glanced down and saw the text was from my sister. She never texts me. I wiped my hands on the towel and swiped left to read the message.
Her: Do you remember when we used to make crepes?
I was immediately taken back to our childhood home, to our kitchen with the green stove. There’s my sister and I, laughing and whisking together the crepe ingredients in my mom’s green and white Pyrex bowl. How I adored my sister back then. We used to love making crepes and filling them with jam or peanut butter or cream cheese.
We used to love doing a lot of things together.
Me: Yes! I still have the recipe!
I miss us, she doesn’t write.
I miss us, too, I don’t write back.
But I know we both feel it in our hearts.