[ESP/ENG]El reencuentro con mi hermana Génesis en Maracay/My Reunion with My Sister Génesis in Maracay

Hello, everyone. I hope you’re all doing well. Today I want to tell you about my reunion with my older sister—after a few months without seeing each other in person, though we chat daily on WhatsApp. Sometimes life takes us down such demanding paths that spending time with the people we love most becomes a true luxury. That’s exactly the case for me and my older sister, Génesis. Day-to-day responsibilities are gradually driving us apart geographically, but the bond of blood and closeness remains intact. She lives in the city of Valencia, a place that feels quite far away from our hometown in Apure and from San Juan de los Morros, where I currently live. She’s currently pursuing a graduate degree in Obstetrics and Gynecology—one of her biggest dreams. Studying a medical specialty is a full-time commitment. Between the endless hours of study, the massive textbooks, and, above all, the exhausting on-call shifts at the Central Hospital, Génesis has practically no free time. She hasn’t been able to go to Apure since last December. So when we saw a small window of opportunity this past Saturday, we didn’t hesitate for a second. We decided to find a halfway point to meet, and the destination we chose was the city of Maracay.

From San Juan to Maracay, it’s almost the same distance as from Valencia to Maracay; so we made plans and left at the same time; she arrived first and waited for me, and when I finally saw her walking toward me at our meeting spot, I felt such emotion that tears even welled up in my eyes; We shared that tight hug that only sisters understand—the kind that fills your lungs and your soul. We had a wonderful day, the kind you keep in your heart for those gloomy days. Since time was precious, we decided to make the most of every minute—without rushing, but without wasting a moment. We went out for a delicious meal, shared a delightful cup of coffee, and, most importantly, caught up on everything. Talking on the phone or through voice messages will never compare to having your favorite person right in front of you—looking into her eyes, sharing laughs, and seeing her expressions in person.

She spent hours telling me all about her experience in graduate school. She told me about the intensity of hospital life, the adrenaline rush of delivering babies, the extreme exhaustion after spending sleepless nights saving lives—but also about the immense satisfaction she feels when she sees a new life come into the world and when she’s able to help so many women. I admire her deeply. Seeing her with eyes weary from lack of sleep, yet with the undimmed sparkle of passion for her profession, filled me with indescribable pride. Génesis has always been a role model for me, and seeing her become an obstetrician-gynecologist confirms that discipline and a love for what you do bear beautiful fruit. For my part, I told her about my own experiences in Apure, our family dynamics, and everything that’s been happening in my life lately. We discovered that, even though we’re in different cities and immersed in completely different routines, our bond remains as strong as when we lived under the same roof. We laughed at old stories and made plans—hoping that our medical schedules will allow it—for our next get-together.

The day flew by. We didn’t take any photos, just these two, which were meant to be sent to my little sister Geymar. As evening fell, the inevitable moment came to say goodbye. The trip home always has a touch of nostalgia, especially knowing that she was returning to the relentless routine of Valencia and I was heading back to San Juan de los Morros. I returned feeling sad, but with a heart full of gratitude, happy to have shared those hours with my older sister and certain that physical distance is a mere detail when the love between siblings is strong and true. Thank you for reading and joining me in this little slice of my life!