This is hard to say, I'll try to type and not choke up.
Yesterday I went to go visit my sister. I sat in the red patterned chair -- like I always do -- and we watched a Disney princess movie -- like we always do -- but Mariella was acting a bit odd. She just...looked so frail and white, you know? She wouldn't eat anything, or drink anything. Which, you know, to me seemed a bit odd. And then I thought about it.
This is it.
I don't really have much to say about it. You know what happened. It just reminds me of how I always would tell her it would be okay, knowing it wouldn't. I'd cross my fingers behind my back and tell her nothing was going to happen to her.
Farewell, my darling baby sister. You're in better hands now. I love you, and I always will.