It's been five years since leukemia brought her to heaven. She told me to listen to au album called folklore the last time she held me in her weak arms. She was only 13 and I was 8. I cried on every single track in it for the entire year. I didn't fully understand the lyrics. However, it made me feel better. Then it was evermore, Midnights, and Taylot's Versions. I put in all my soul and sadness. I thought I was healed. I began to smile, I began to live in present happiness. However, nest week, I will have my 14th birthday. I looked at myself. My heart broke again. I looked so healthy. She was also in this age, but why was she so weak? We promised to grow up together, and go to heaven together. However, now I'm going to live longer than she did. I'm going to see the 14, 15, 16... years old lives she could never experience. I'm growing up, but she will forever stay 13, in her wonderland. I love you and I miss you so much, Alice. You are more than a cousin, or a sister, you are my angel in the sky! By Alison, who matched names with you and we love each other more than anyone did.