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“I don’t want to live anymore!” my sister admitted to my parents when she was fourteen years old. This cry for help increased with time and I would not fully grasp her inner demons until years after she died. Was it suicide, was it an accident, was it pre-planned or in the moment? At twenty-four years of age, my sister’s life suddenly ended and all I have left are my broken memories. Why did my compassion stop when she desperately needed it from me? These memories of guild and the regret that I carry have brought me to my knees. This is a story about God picking me back up through the events leading up to and after her last breath. I hope you find a piece of yourself reflecting within these pages.
