Bat Mitzvah: A Short Story

Before my second year of middle school, before I had my Bat Mitzvah, before I needed him, my older brother, role model, my friend, decided to leave. He decided he wanted new friends, a new kind of environment, and a even a new place to call home. Sadly, this meant that he needed to leave Houston. He was a high school student who decided to leave town and go to Colorado for school instead.

Most of my week when I found out was crying out loud, begging him to stay, and just trying to make the most of the time I had left at home with him. I knew that he would visit me a couple of times and I would go to Colorado once a year, but I just couldn’t handle the fact of him leaving. Begging one last time for him to stay, I finally had to say goodbye. “Text me everyday! And don’t like it there!!” I shouted as he entered the plane. Letting out a deep breath, I had to go home.

Days, weeks, and eventually months passed by. The house slowly went from a deafening silence to a normal chatter. We texted every now and then, but he was just having too much fun away from home. Even after those months, I still felt like a part of me was missing. Finally, November comes along and my it’s time for my brother to come visit!

He had been gone for 4 months already and I didn’t know what to expect. It had never seemed real to me, but like a dream I had been dreaming in a deep

I realize that again, I have to spend every moment with my brother because he will be gone soon. Days go by again and I hear all about his new life. I tell him about everything that has changed at home since he has been gone and everything that has changed in my life. I tell him about my new friends, my new teachers and all the stories I have already made. He tells me about his school, also his new friends and teachers, and what life is like over there. Life was good for a while. Then he left again. I had to get back to my life before he came home. It was