Crossing The Space Between Us

ercising, and having their morning coffee. Coreen only has one thing on her mind: to finally go home and be with her siste

en survive alone? Does he eat out? Order? Come to think of it, the most she's seen the man doing is exercise, eat, leave for work, and sleep before she even arr

inking about the man when she's not with him. Even the mere thought of his name brings a hu

iled. Her sister will surely love them. She sighed before staring at the old and worn outhouse. It sure does need some repair and re-painting, bu

but she felt like it had been a year

ot ghosts. Her smile faded when he saw his uncle sitting in front of the television and obviously drunk—the man who was never kind to her and Rica, the man who often tormented her. She r

uncle, and Coreen was an educated woman. She took part-time jobs b

hing but take care of your sick sister every single fucking day. Do you really wa

She ignored his words and s

Coreen just rolled her eyes when s

ren, and their bedroom. Coreen was not affected by what she heard from her uncle and smiled just as she o

ster warmly and set the boxes of

like all the stress she felt from work was gone

e smiled at her and pressed

gone chemotherapy, all of it would be gone. But her sister is still as cheery as ever; she loves her mor

bbed the box and opened it. "Wow!" she exclai

all your

I love you so much!" She shouted in glee

t," she jokes before turning to her aunt Isabel. "G

morning to

s cheek and lowered her large bag containing her used clothing. She can't use Royce's washing mac

y, big sis. I am

s. I bel

she heard her aunt ask as she rem

ut that's okay," she shrugged in response bef

? Like, cra

ords. "No, Auntie. I am onl

g sis?" her sister

d her forehead. "

as able to walk, but she was so tired, and her doctor advised her not to walk too hard and force herself because her bones didn't work the w