8th grade was one of the most painful years of my life.
I was the youngest of 3 when I found out in 7th grade I was having a little sister. I was so happy. A year and a half later my little sister was everything to me. I was probably 14 at that time I would dress her and style her hair just like mine. I would take her out with me and my friend Irene to walk in our neighborhood. We were so close and I loved her very much.
Then everything changed.
I remember clearly I was in 8th grade. Very excited for school to finish for the day,I anxiously waited for the bell to ring.
I already had my plans for that day I would finish my homework fast and then go out for a walk with my little sister. Finally the bell rang. As I got out the bus, I noticed there were cars outside my house. That is weird I thought. We usually don't have visitors.I saw my neighbor and my other friend outside her house. She called me,I went to say hi and she just blurted, YOUR SISTER DIED.
I went in shock. I thought it was my older sister but it was my little sister. I saw my mom crying in a friend's car and she told me my sister had died in her arms. She had troubled breathing and at that time we did'nt have a phone so my mom ran to the street calling for help but when a friend rode by it was already too late .
She died in her arms.
