The End

Wishes

It was day, it was a bad day. I went out saying, "My mom is gone! My mom left home!" But she was only at work so really there was really nothing to be worried about, until the earth covered the sun and the moon was coming into the sky slowly and my dad came with my sister and she was sick.
The cough.
Loud and hoarse.
It was not so good for her at mid-night because... she was no longer presentable in this earth.
Dead.
Gone, just like that.
I was letting out a waterfall run down my cheeks and then rubbing them on to the tip of my sleeve of my green jacket which was a gift from her...
Funny.... You only remember the most sad or beautiful moments in life...
"Mommy... sis... was my fa...fa..." I said unclearly. I had too much tears and my voice was very hoarse because it was hard to breathe when I was talking and crying at the same time.
Days past.
Long sad, gloomy days.
Everyday I would go outside to pray hoping that my sister would come back to life.
Wishes.
But I learned that you can take back what happens to you.
Good.
Bad.
It stays.
Permanently.
My dad says my sister was okay, good, great even. But dead is not okay! She can't talk to me, she can't be with me, she can't forgive me! Forever gone is not okay! It was tough for me, heartbreaking every single second I thought of her and me fighting.
Anger.
Hitting.
No making up.
She didn't deserve to die... not without me and her hugging and smiling. Yes, I had to move on. School was starting, studying and focusing is what I needed to worry about. I was starting second grade. I was young. But I was not dumb. In fact, no one is dumb unless you cause a fight. Fights... Anger and violence.You need to say sorry as soon as possible! Trust me... you do.
"God, is Alice happy at me right now?" I asked. Still no answer, but it was okay I knew God doesn't respond but I would watch movies that God would talk to sick kids and make them better, so I thought he would answer me.
A few seconds later, abruptly a little girl climbed over my fence and saw me and looked at me solemnly and spoke the words, "Are you ok?"
"Yea, why?" I asked, giving her the same look she did to me.
"You look sad." She answered me frowning.
"Isn't my jacket pretty?" I said, trying to change the subject. I did not know if I could trust her with my feelings.
"Your jacket looks like the color of the sky exploded in it! I like it!"
I looked at her in a serious glare and I kept quiet. Then she automatically copied me and kept quiet too but she was smiling with glee.
Nothing but glee.