I was two and she was five
Rocking me in her tiny arms
She whispered sweet nothings to my ears
I didn't understand anything she said
And I can't remember much
But I can vividly recall how tightly she held me
Afraid to let me fall
How she smelled like blueberries and baby oil.
I was five and she was eight
We ran around the house
Making imaginary food from stones and sand
Funny it seemed to our parents
Serious business it was to us
She would read stories to me
Allow me to wear her school uniform
Laughing at how ridiculous I looked
While I giggled joyfully and dragged her off to play more.
I was eight and she was eleven
Gentle as ever, she was
Violent and temperamental, I was
I can recollect how I had gotten furious at her
I can't seem to think of the reason why
But I had burned her back with a hot spatula
I can still hear her wails
And the look in her eyes as she stared at her baby sister.
Another day, we were playing
And I pushed her a little too hard
And she fell on the hardwood bed
I can't remember what happened next
But I can still make out the sound of her sobs.
I was eleven and she was fourteen
My temper and anger issues had started to fade slowly
But gentle and kind, she still was
She started looking thinner and weaker
Nobody wanted to tell me what was wrong
All I knew was that she was spending nights in the hospital
Later on, I overhead the doctor and my parents discussing
Acute promyelotic leukemia, they said
I didn't grasp what it meant
Till I consulted my trusty friend, the internet.
I was fourteen and she was seventeen
She looked gaunt and less pretty
Her head looked like a shiny marble
But she still kept a smile on whenever I came to visit
I still couldn't understand the concept of death
But deep down, I knew she wouldn't be with us
For much longer.
I apologized for all the things I did
All the toys I hogged
All the times we fought
Very forgiving, she was
Never held a grudge
For I was her baby sister after all.
I was seventeen, she would have been twenty
Walking down the college hallways
I saw a girl that looked just like her
Walked like her, talked like her
Maybe it was just my imagination
Or the small flicker of hope I had left
But I saw my big sister in her
And that very moment
I broke down
Right in the middle of the hallway
I wished fervently that I had my sister back
A shoulder to cry on
There was no one like my sister
My sister, sister.
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