http://www.targetwoman.com/articles/blonde-hair.html It had been two years since her twin had gone to war and she had lost the only person left in the family. Right now she was sitting down on one of the benches her legs crossed and listening to some music. Ear buds were in her ears and she was waiting in the bus terminal for his bus to arrive. When he first left for war there were letters every week and then it became fewer and fewer right now she got once every three months or so. It made her worry becaues she had no idea if he was ok or not and she wished he sent more letters. She was so happy now that her brother was coming back and when she got the mail she cried. That was a month ago and now she was waiting nervously at the bus station.