A doctor walks into the small room that my parents and I have been sent to. It feels like we've been waiting here forever, but now the wait is over I'm not sure I want to hear what this doctor has to say.
"I'm sorry." He says, and my parents immediately start crying. "Her heart had stopped and we couldn't revive her. I really am very sorry."
I am in shock. How could this happen!? All because of a group of kids, Carmen will never come back. Why didn't I try harder to help her!?
Three days later, we are gathered at her graveside. There are so many people here from school, and all of them are devastated. Why did none of them reach out to her? Did nobody see what was happening? Now it's too late; my sister is gone and nothing anyone says or does can change that.
My parents let me choose the inscription for her headstone, now carved into the smooth surface of the polished rock:
We never forget.
Because we never forget the ways in which people hurt us, and sometimes the memories kill us.
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We Never Forget.
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