The word was barely a whisper, breathed out like a sigh as she spotted her brother’s face in the crowd. He was there. Really there... not just a dream or a memory. Living, breathing, and looking better than the faded image she’d been keeping in her mind. She waved back at him, her smile bright enough to rival the midday sun.
Rushing forward, she stepped over the curb and crossed the street, slipping right through the traffic as if it wasn’t even there. When she reached him she was a touch breathless, a little excited, and practically bursting with happiness.
“Dearest brother,” she said, pulling him in to a tight hug. “You look wonderful. I love what you’ve done to your hair.”