My sister has been dead for three months now. It was quite a blow for my entire family, especially me. My elder sister had always been there fo rme; she stood up for me, protected me, comforted me. She had been my twin, my other half. And now that half has left me.
It had happened on the way to school. I've always been afraid of dogs, ever since I was very little. We had been walking along side the old dirt road, my sister and I. No words were exchaned, no siserly looks of affection. Just a comfortable silence as we enjoyed the early morning air.
I suddenly dropped my schoolbooks. My sister and I both knelt down to pick them up and dust them off. Something rustled in the tall grass behind us and made a growling noise. My sister was up before I was, and started dragging me away along behind her as she headed for a small tree.
She urged me to hurry up the tree, panic in her voice. I grabbed a branch and the tree easily bent downward. How could we both escape the 'monster', whatever it was, if this little tree could barely hold one person?
Once again my sister gave me a rough shove. I hoisted myself up into the tree, then looked down at my twin. I'll never forget that last look she gave me. A look that says everything in the world: "I love you, I care for you, I'll miss you, I'd do anything for you, good-bye..."
The rest of that moment is too dark, too horrifying... and now my twin is a lonesome wooden cross under the tree that let me live.
-Adriana
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