Dying wishes

How life once was...

"I dedicate this book to my grandmother and grandfather. Where ever you may be, I hope that you smile down upon me in pride."
~Your loving granddaughter
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As long as I can remember I had a happy childhood. My parents were great and I loved my sister, we got along great. I remember how it was that I had someone to play with. Most other kids didn't have a sister so close in age but I did, they were all so jealous of me. Oh boy was I lucky to have Lena, she was my sister and best friend. So just like all best friends of course we fought, like cats and dogs most days but never did that stop us from loving each other. 

One day that sticks out so well to me was probably our biggest fight ever. So when I say biggest I mean the one that went on the longest, it lasted about 5 days. I was at the ripe old age of 8 and she was 7 and sassy. Lena had been in a foul mood at me because one night I wouldn't let her watch banana's in pjamas on ABC. I mean it was a crappy show and I didn't feel bothered, oh boy was Lena mad. She screamed and cried, possibly throwing the biggest tantrum I have ever seen before. My mum comes in; her hazel eyes are glaring at me whilst she scowls me for not being nicer to my little sister. Honestly she even called me by my whole name! No one uses my full name of Isabella unless I'm in some big trouble. So anyway back to my story, I decide to get revenge for being yelled at. I take her favourite doll and hide it in her room, so that the next day when she couldn't find it and blamed me, of course! When mum and dad both took a closer look they would find it was merely hidden in her room, HA! Probably one of my finest moments. This went on for a couple of days, her getting me back and so on. It got to the point on the 5th day Lena took one of my most prized items that was given to me by my dead grandmother a year earlier. It was a book of the fairy tales. Lena took the book and hide it. Little did she know that our dog Clover was inside sniffing around, mum caught Clover eating the front cover of my book. I was never so upset in all my life, I fed her favourite teddy to Clover that day. Perhaps it wasn't my finest moment but in my defence she started it. Well the moral is that my mum made my sister and I promise not to touch each other's special stuff ever again. She didn't want us to lose what we love most in the world.

Just like how every Christmas she made sure that our whole family was together. She never wanted us to forget who we were and who loved us. Always telling Lena and I about how family is everything, without them we have nothing left. Family is who keeps you fighting when you think you have lost the battle. I guess that's what I loved about my mum so much. She would always be the voice of reason. No matter what happened we could always count on her to put out whole lives into perspective. Oh how I miss her so much every single day that she is gone. When I was 13 and Lena was 11 our mum died in a terrible siege in Bali whilst on holidays with my dad.  The were at one of the market places buying a painting to bring home to me when a man pulled out a gun and shot several rounds. My dad took a bullet to his right shoulder, luckily my dad was left mostly unharmed after that. However my mum wasn't so lucky, the bullet hit her straight in the chest, it hit a rib which broke.  A piece punctured her lung. She never even stood a chance after that. I don't think my dad was ever the same after that. I know i was never the same. I didn't cry when my mother died, I just sat there in silence for a while. I couldn't even cry at the funeral! I felt like I was unable to feel anything. So whilst he changed for the better, becoming a very loving, caring father who wouldn't let my sister and I do a lot without him, showing more affection then ever before. However when you looked into his eyes you could see he was a very broken man. That's why my sister and I stayed home so much. We didn't want him to feel alone.

We watch movies all day and enjoy each other's company whilst dad is at work. We aren't rebellious nor do we have "lives". Lena and I stayed safe in our own bubble, always having each other. I had my two best friends Summer and Abigail. They had been there for me through everything, our mothers were all best friends who sent their kids to the same preschool. We all grew up together, never really being apart from each other that much. My sister had Kaylah and Jazz. They may not have all grown up together but they had met when she was in year 3. Both Kaylah and Jazz were new to town at the time. I still remember how happy Lena was when she had made two new friend with whom she knew she could show around town.

I remember how much mum smiled whenever we came home. Dad help carry on the tradition of keeping a smile on your face no matter how bad you believe things got. He would always make us pancakes for our troubles. They always had a cute little face made out of maple syrup, blueberries and whipped cream. No matter what others say, in that very moment, everything was perfect to me. Then that moment ended and my whole world came crashing down.
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Wow, this book is so close to my heart. I hope that you all see this book for something of inspiration. I have so many high hopes for this book. Including make it too the warty awards next year, please help me do so because I want more people to see books like this. Something that has true meaning behind it. Make my dream a reality by liking, sharing, voting and commenting. I love all of the fans and would love to hear more plus I am always open for a new book cover!

xoxo my lovelies,
Rad <3