Sixteen. My unlucky number.
It was how old I was when Mom and Dad left me. It also was the year that I was diagnosed with depression.
Twelve, my lucky number.
It's the day Sasha was born, my forever guiding star. When Mom and Dad didn't come back, she took charge. She made sure that all the bills were paid, we were ready for school, made healthy dinners. I felt bad because she was only a kid.
And so was I.
When I became Sasha's legal guardian, I suddenly felt all the responsibility she had once held on her small, but strong shoulders. I made all the appointments, paid all the bills with the child support money, made sure Sasha had her anxiety medicine, and just was there for her.
We used to look at the stars every night and hoped that we would see more stars than the last night. It never happened. We would stay up until Sasha fell asleep and I tucked her into bed, wishing for a star to fall.
They never did.
That night, I was supposed to go to a party again. I decided not to, I don't know why. I climbed to the roof and lay on the hard ground, just staring into the sky. The neighborhood was darker than normal, and suddenly, I saw a shooting star.
I sat up, happiness soaring through me as if the shooting star had brought it itself. But it wasn't one, it was two. Then three, then the whole sky was filled with them. I stared in a trance, then I began to cry.
It wasn't out of sadness, or frustration. It was of happiness.
The meteor shower was a sign. Things were going to be okay. Even though Mom and Dad were gone, Sasha and I will always have each other. Things were starting to look up for me, too. My depression started to get better, and I applied for college. I needed this, and so did Sasha. I applied to state colleges so Sasha and I wouldn't have to move away. I wrote the essays, filled out the resumes, and got the recommendation letters. I called my aunt who had basically raised me, and she was so proud.
These past few years have been so hard on me. But for the first time ever, life had given me a sign that things will be okay.
All I can say is:
It's about time.
And thank you.
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