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Leaving





               On a bright summer Friday night, “Friday Night,” by Katy Perry was blasting around the

               room as the breeze blew in through an open window, brushing my hair while I was packing

               my clothes. The music abruptly stopped, and my siblings appeared in my peripheral vision,

               asking, “Do you need help?” Looking at the two looming teenagers over me, I couldn’t help

               but  giggle  since  their  expressions  were  serious,  something  I  didn’t  expect  given  their

               overhyped energy.



               As I nodded swiftly, both of them took their places next to me, with me squeezed between

               them. When we switched the music back on, they began playing, “I See the Light,” from

               Tangled.  At  that  moment,  I  wanted  to  crack  a  smile  genuinely  since  the  music  and  the

               scenario reminded me of when I used to dress up my younger sister and style her hair while

               intently watching Tangled. There was not a single piece of clothing that we did not use to

               create  out  creation,  which  later  on  would  feature  a  runway  show  with  three  guests;  our

               parents and brother.




               There is a fine line between the lonve and the hate, they say. From constant fighting over

               who gets to choose a movie to watch to going into each others room repeatedly just to annoy

               each other had shaped my relationship with my siblings. As I glanced over at them folding
               my  clothes  silently  with  sullen  faces,  there  I  understood  that  I  am  leaving  to  go  after  my

               dream but at the cost of living them behind. There won’t be any late-night talks and going

               out with them; no covering up for each other and laughing till our stomachs hurt.




               As the sun rose declaring a new day has started, we arrived at the airport. Moments before

               crossing the border felt too definitive, as does everything. I knew I’d come back, but that

               version  of  myself  would  never  be  present  when  I  see  them  again.  As  the  final  hugs

               befoedeparting  are  exchanged  and  I  walked  away  clutching  my  suitcase  without  looking

               back, I realized leaving won’t be easy.

                                                              B. Dulguun 11A
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