From the author: You are coming back for the holidays, and you see your little sister has been waiting patiently by the window for you to walk through the front door. You couldn’t help but think about that night after her graduation, how you held her in your arms while she cried when you told her you was leaving for West Africa, her skin felt against your hands and lips… You hardly slept at all last night, just thinking about finally being back home, being with her.