I miss my little sister. Time slips by with relentless passage unwilling to relinquish its hold, the days only ever getting longer. Yet when we talk, text or laugh together it’s as though we’ve not spent a second apart. So how can it be that she has one child ready to leave the nest and another on the way? I cannot comprehend it. The curtains to a brand new dawn have been thrown open to a yesterday long gone. I fear for how many yesterdays still remain. Such are the difficulties with time.