My sister is going through a hard time. She came over to visit me, really all of us, and I could tell immediately that there was something wrong. Her eyes looked big and hallow and I saw sadness in them – the kind that you get from a broken heart.
My sister is five years younger than me but we are very close and in tune with each other – despite the ocean that separates us, because she lives in Rome and I live in the US.
It’s boyfriend problems, boyfirend she’s been with for ten years, boyfriend she lives with. Not that easy.
It kills me to see that she’s struggling and that there is nothing I can do to help her. It must be the same way parents feel when their kids have a broken heart.
I remember my dad trying to cheer me up when a boy I loved broke my heart many years ago. I thought he didn’t want to stop and look at me for too long for fear of seeing my pain a bit too close. Now, I think I know why.
I feel powerless watching my sister suffer.
I wish I could take her heart, mend it and give it back to her.
But I can’t. All I can do is stand by her and tell her that I love her.
I love you Luisa.
Ti voglio bene Luisa.
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The amazing thing about hearts? They heal. Your love and support will strengthen that process.
Good luck to her.
You might think you’re not helping to heal her broken heart, but you are. She’s fortunate to have a caring sister right now.
The Major has some ideas for her.
check out blog http://69waystomendabrokenheart.blogspot.com
He he he he he – looks like they are still together and she’s waiting for him…I don’t know…
Ciao Sarah!
Anita