My Older Sister
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was just the two of us and we had barely spoken for the previous two hours. In my case, I didn’t have much to say. I was wearing my earphones to politely excuse myself from making any conversation, but my phone battery had died a while ago. I’d spent the last 45 minutes staring out the window, watching the French countryside running away from us. My sister wasn’t speaking much either. Her phone was connected to the stereo of the rented car, and Christmas classics were filling the silence between us. She hummed along with most of the songs, but other than that she kept her focus on the snowy road ahead.