She is visiting

 

My beautiful baby girl is visiting, and we went to watch the meteor shower together. We saw the Milky Way and the shooting stars, spending a few good quality hours under a sky full of stars. Only one thing was missing silence. People talk a lot, and it's kind of scary how much noise we produce. Noise pollution, oh boy.

But her being here adds a smile to my day. We had such good laughter last night while driving to watch the shooting stars. I couldn’t help but laugh so much that my cheeks hurt.

We've always had a special connection. She’s my best friend, the one I can share my weaknesses with without feeling ashamed or shy. We always go bananas when she’s here, doing all kinds of adventurous activities. It’s like we go back in time to our childhood, letting go of worries and the complications of being grown-ups.

Our first adventure this time was in the desert, and it was spectacular. We have more planned, but her vacation is short.

My sister and I spent our childhood in Saudi Arabia with our parents—a time I don’t particularly like to remember. The only good thing during that period was my sister. She made it so much easier to cope with that life, which lasted 11 years before we returned to Egypt. It wasn’t easy, to the extent that my mind has blocked much of that time, and I don’t remember much of it.

She was always there when I cried, even though she’s my younger sister. She gave me the love and care I needed at that time, and she still does. To this day, when I’m scared or something disturbs my peace deeply, she’s the first person I call. It feels safe—there’s no doubt about that.

I’ve been lucky when it comes to siblings. They’ve always been there for me, offering a sense of security that can’t be replaced or felt with anyone else—only them.

I’m so happy you’re here, baby girl, and I love you infinitely.

Have a great day, everyone.