Gone by: Zoya Sohail

  

I remember that day like it was yesterday, February 26, 2013.

Happiness was never the same. My siblings and I were walking to the car, just like we did everyday from school. Same mood, same attitude, same feeling, but not after the unexpected. Sleepy, shocked, distracted, my parents were different. I ask what happened, and waited, till my mom said to wait until we get home. A million possibilities running through my head, going insane in the inside, but calm on the outside. We arrived home. The feeling of happiness left my body as I enter the house. I see relatives. Something is definitely wrong. Worry. Tension, I sit down.

She´s gone they say. Tears run down my face without realization. I shake. I’m terrified. Terrified is the  one word I would use if i were to describe that day.

Memories. They rush through my head as I shed a tear about every one of them. The time we made brownies and sat to watch fireworks on the Fourth of July. The time we went to Hobby Lobby and made bracelets at home. The time we gave the parrots a bath. All those times. They’re gone. She’s gone.

I've learned to love. I've learned to give. I've learned everything from Her. After she disappeared, I learned something else. I believe the people in your life most needed, will disappear in the blink of an eye.