"Promise me that when this is all over you'll be happy again," she whispered quietly. He looked into her eyes. I felt my heart sink into my chest. I could barely breathe. "You too," she said looking at me. "Tragedies happen all the time. You won't have to worry about me anymore. You'll know I'm safe and watched over. Jesus will be up there will me. He's down here with us too but, I'll be able to give him hugs up there. Don't be sad for long."
It's been years since she passed away and I can't say that I'm always happy. I don't think anyone really can say that when a young girl dies. I miss her all the time. We both do. I've learned something from all of this though. Jesus makes people happy. Yes, I feel sad when I think of her however, I also feel happy because she reminds me of heaven, of Jesus. So my darling little sister if you can read this from up above the clouds, know that I am happy. I am sad from time to time although, never for long.
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Querencia
Poesía=many very short stories and quotes= querencia (n) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home, the place where you are your most authentic self
