The woman that taught me to be strong

Mendy

2 years ago my brother brought a girl home with him for us to meet. She was very tall had long hair and she always had nice natural nails. She came to visit us very often and soon was almost like a sister to me. I've never really had a good relationship with my brother but she brought us closer to each other. She made me feel part of the family again. And for that I am thankful. I was bullied a lot in school and was often feeling down when i came home from school. I really didn't feel like living anymore. But when she was around I always had to smile. A smile which was real because she was always in a good mood. As soon as she was around everybody was in a good mood. She always treated me like a little sister even though she had a little sister and that made me feel special. Everytime she came over to our house she made me feel special and that felt really nice because no one ever else did. When I had trouble being happy she told me not to listen to my classmates because they were just jealous of something I had and they didn't. She told me that they were just trying to push me down because they were at the bottom too and wanted to feel stronger than me. She was an idol for me. I always wanted to be like her. I wanted to be happy , I wanted to have long hair like her and I wanted to have nails like her. I wanted to have nails like her because they were natural and not fake. But then the day came . I came home from my great cousin's birthday party when my brother called my mom. Mendy, his girlfiends name, had a car crash on her way home and didn't survive. At that moment I felt my world collapse because she meant the world to me. She was my sister, my idol and my go to person when I had trouble with something and now she was gone. What also hurt me was, that at a festival the day before, she promised my mom she would always look out for me and now she couldn't keep that promise anymore. But now I think differently about the promise. She might not look out for me down her but she is up in heaven. And everytime i lose someone or something good happens to me, I know that she helped me once again like she did when I got bullied in school. I guess that she taught me that my family is very important, when she started bringing me closer with my brother and that she taught me not to think to much about what others might think about me, when she was unique herself and didn't care about what others might think about her clothing. And when she died, she taught me how to be strong without her and being strong, without being independent, without her. And for everything she has taught me I am thankful and she will always have a special place in my heart.❤