"What's was she like growing up?" He asked curious and worried.
"I met her in Middle School. At first glace, she had a tough exterior and locked up emotions. But once you got to know her, she was the kindest person you will ever meet. She was fiercely protective of her friends and family. To her, they were her world. After her heart surgery, she went into depression, because she didn't have any of her friends to be around. Once back at school, she went back to normal, from what I've been told. Things changed when others met her. She made friends with 6, 7, and 8th graders, they loved her. Her smile was something to remember. Her heart was so big, that she couldn't tell one's that would hurt her, from the one's that wouldn't. She believed in trust. She believed in understanding others reason. She did her best to see the good in others. It hurt her to see her friends in pain, to see them be hurt by others. This was the girl that anyone could go to for help and advice. She was wise beyond her age. Her heart bigger beyond her body. She was the greatest person that could make a change.
This girl is still out there, trying to make a difference." He answered, a tear rolling down his cheak.
The thought of the girl he met in 6th grade, hurting his heart strongly.
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