- Because of the war…I died
I lost my sister
She was 6 years old
She had brown hair
She had brown eyes
She always begged to be carried
Thought she would ruin her legs if she ever walked
She loved water and danced in it
She loved to stare into the night
She would laugh and run away
She would tell me we would live forever
We sat in the shelter
Too scared to sleep
She rolled under my arms and sat there
She said she would be safe there
We heard the bombings
That crushing sound
It went pitch black
We could barely breathe anymore
She was looking into my eyes
She knew it was the end
I could only cry, trying to convince her that we will survive
She was smiling
She said:
It’s okay, we’re going to a better place
We can play there and look at the stars
No more sudden sounds
No more blood
No amputated arms or legs
I started to feel sleepy
She was sleepy as well, yet she was still smiling
I smiled back drying my tears
She kissed me and said: I can see stars!
I held her, and breathed my last breath…we’re in a better place now
Inspired by two children that were found “sleeping” holding hands…they didn’t survive
by lynnelle