I was seven years old, my sister was thirteen with stage ||| cancer. She had been fighting it for four years, until one day she just couldn't. She was such a bright soul, always thinking about others. Which is why she knew she had to stop fighting. We all knew that she was gonna... gonna pass away, she thought that the longer we had with her the more it would hurt us later. Which I think we all knew was true at some point.
"I don't know how to feel, all I want to do is go home."
It was September 17, 2007 my sister had written letters that she gave to me, my mom, and my dad. Later that night she passed away. I had decided to wait until I was thirteen to open my letter. I knew I was too young to understand most of what was happening, and I wanted to see how I would feel at her age. Even if it didn't even compare to what she went through.
WE ARE ALL EQUAL!!!
It was September 17, 2013, I had turned thirteen a couple months back. Before my parents and I went to the cemetery like we do every year, I read the letter.
University of Colorado
"I don't know how to feel, all I want to do is go home," I told my mom. By this time we were almost at the cemetery. My mom said "Okay" in a tone of agreement. My parents had already opened their letters a while back so it wasn't the BIGGEST deal to them. "Can I read It?" said my mom. "No." I said firmly. "Why not."
All throughout high school my parents and I did all kinds of fundraisers and protests for things like women empowerment, equal pay, and equal respect. We didn't know much about it at first, but we got educated and we all grew to love it.
I went to college in Colorado, that's about three hours away from my parents. I majored in history where I met my girlfriend of two years, Felicity. She and I go together like p.b. and j. In my fourth year of college my professor assigned an out-of-state project that was necessary to graduate. I was graduating in a couple months and I couldn't think of anything.