My big sister was clearly the coolest person in the world. There was not even any argument. I may have doubted it once in a while when we were growing up - she was five years older than me, it was inevitable - but now? Definitely sure she was the coolest person ever.
My little sister wasn't even as annoying as she could have been. And she was only 12, so that was pretty damn annoying. Yesterday she'd been bugging the piss out of me, but today I liked her a lot.
All of this familial appreciation was probably due to the fact that I realized I'd be leaving them soon. I was supposed to go to America for school or something, or maybe just a vacation before I started school at home in Japan. I was 17 or 18. I had bright blue hair like I tried to have IRL that time that the dye came out green. <:3c
Mom had taken me shopping to get some new clothes; we chatted with the shop girl for a moment while she wrapped our purchases up and put them in a bag, then we went home, Kenichi (my little brother, who was 5 or so) in tow. My sisters were already waiting for me, because we were supposed to go out ourselves for the night.
I ran out to my big sister's car, which was parked around the block, and we were putting things in the trunk when I realized I'd forgotten to bring something - bath shoes? Some kind of shoe. I remember shouting across the car, "Onee-chan, what size shoe do you wear?", but hers were too small. Little sis "helpfully" piped up with her shoe size, too, but of course hers were also too small, so I had to run back to the house.
There was a large group of people in the street in front of our house, and I saw my grandmother amongst them; she was coming over to visit my mother. I paused long enough to say "Hi, Oba-san!" to her before running inside after my shoes. Ken followed me into my room, silent - he was a very quiet little boy. Big eyes.
When I went back outside, I paused in the street. The road was cobblestones, it was very late afternoon when the air turns gold, there were tiny golden yellow leaves blowing off the trees, and the house was near the top of a hill, so I could look down over the city. I paused there and thought about how beautiful it was, soaking up the moment before I left.
And then I woke up, and for a while was filled with this sadness, almost grief, at having lost the family I loved so much in the dream by waking up.
Big sis was an inch or two taller than me, with a face-framing chin-length hairstyle with careful artificial highlights. Little sis had long hair pulled back into two tails at the nape of her neck. Ken was darker-skinned with huge dark eyes and the pretty lashes little boys have. (He wasn't Marcus, though. A little frail thing, he was.) Mom was taller than me, about big sis' height, a quiet firm lady with her hair pulled back into a tight bun or chignon. Grandmother was tiny with lots of white curly hair and a loosely-woven or knit shawl around her shoulders. We didn't have a dad. We were a very close family.
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