The End of a New Beginning

Introduction

Dear Reader,

I am thanking you for the time in which you've decided to spend reading these first twenty words. Right now, you could be watching a tv show, playing a video game. Or talking to your best-friend, girlfriend or boyfriend. If you haven't done so already, after reading this introduction, please go on the phone or whatever you need to do, to remind your family you love them. At this very moment you could be making a birthday card or doing an assignment, which makes me all the more grateful for the fact that you have opened this book. I know I should be promoting this book, but that's not what great writers do because in the end it's the story that counts and how many people read to the finish. This semi fictitious piece is about what myself and my best friend (who I won't name unless she gives me permission) have endured a lot. By a lot I don't just mean being stressed out from school or work or family. No, not anything like that. Both of us (yes both of us) have lost siblings whose lives were cut short in one way or another. I'm actually glad u made it this far...

I'm not an attention seeking about this and I don't want The End of a New Beginning to be about pity. Ok back to my main point TEOANB is a collection of poems about our lives and experiences. It's about the conflicts I have with my family. It's got to do with the conflicts we have shared together, the conflicts we have gone through alone. I feel like the intention of this book is coming out the wrong way, but to be truly honest I have no other idea how to put it. But for now, here is my side of the story.

I came to the hospital that morning and my mother and father were waiting for me. But I saw no baby in her arms.

I wanted to ask her,
but I guess the words had slipped out of my tongue.
I stood there speechless, as if I was dumb
My mother sat on the bed and
Almost crying she said,
The baby is sick.
Your baby sister is sick.
It felt like time was frozen,
As I kept all my woes in.
At the moment so forlorn,
I was prepared for my sister
To never come home.
-T