I finished getting dressed, and then, without a glance at my sister or my cousin, I grabbed my bag and started down the steep path in the direction of the main trail. Don't turn around an interior voice admonished me. You're already gone. There's nothing for you here. Don't turn around. I turned around and saw my sister, standing on the mound, looking ghostly in her windblown dress,and my cousin. with his hands on his hips and his chin against his chest. I retraced my steps. My sister pressed herself against me. Her tears wet my cheeks. I felt her frail body shudder in my embrace. 'Please,' she said. 'Take care of yourself.'