If I could go back in life there aren't many things I would change, but I would change this.
It was five years ago to the day, almost to the hour even. We had just finished trick-or-treating in my neighborhood so my brother's friends decided it would be fun to go to Garrett Park to score some more candy. To be honest the actual holiday wasn't anything memorable, if it wasn't for him it wouldn't even be worth remembering, but alas, it is. We started walking away from this one house when we bump into them; Andres and his friends recognized them right away but I only knew one of them.
...The sad part about this whole story is that the next part, what this story leads up to, has got to be the most anticlimactic ever...
Anyways, so he (the only one I recognize) literally bumps into me, and that's when it happens. He turns to me and says "Who the hell are you?" and all I can mutter is "I'm the sister". That's what I said to him. That's all I said to him. That's the last thing I ever said to him. And that's the end to my story.
To this day I can't help but wonder if up in Heaven he knows who I am. It's the worst feeling in the world to think that someone that has impacted your life so much doesn't even know who you are, doesn't even know your name, doesn't even care. I want so badly for him to know that my name is Camila and that I knew who he was.
That's probably my biggest regret in my life so far. And that, my friends, is one of the reasons why Halloween will always and forever be my favorite holiday.
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