Atara is her name, my only sister. We grew up together for a long 12 years. I looked up to her and still do, she's my hero. I'd imitate her and praise her and do anything to get a moment's attention from her. She'd help me and counsel me on any of my problems. I remember her always loving me and protecting me, and I love her for that. I love Atara just for being herself. I love the Atara who locked herself in the pantry and cried because my mother wouldn't let her hold me the day I was born.

And now as she leaves me, staying in Israel, I promise that I will never forget her. And when I need her I want her to be there, like she's always been, even if she's six thousand miles away. n