House of Frank

by Kay Synclaire

I step into the world where you once existed with an assurance that⁠—yes, you are gone, you are no longer here, but oh, how good life felt when you were. You once existed. And those moments with you still exist.

“Young. Old. We all experience life whether we’ve had lots of it or very little.”

I believe I was born to love. It’s the only course that feels natural to me.”

You’ve always set the path for me, and whenever I was lost, I simply followed the groove of your steps in the sand.

Own who you are and where you belong in this world. Because you do belong here. And you deserve to look like royalty every day. Because it’s all a gift, isn’t it, darling?”

“You pick out the fine linens, Saika. You pick out the extravagant fabric, and you wear them. You buy the expensive tea or the book you’ve always wanted. You eat the pie you’ve always wanted to bake, because after knowing how precious life is, those little moments start to feel quite damn big.”

You enjoyed dancing on the strings of our mother’s patience, and I loved the melody it played.

“When I die, please, do not die with me.” I release a shuddering breath. “Fiona, what am I going to do without you? Who will I talk to about my life? I have no one.” “Then talk to me. Write me letters. Speak to me in your mind. You are my sister, and our souls will forever be intertwined. In this life and the next. Speak to me. I’ll hear you.”