Her tiny frame

This is an excerpt from a story I wrote for my sister reflecting upon when she was diagnosed with cancer. I was only 10 at the time but it’s a very vivid memory for me and so I decided to write about it – just so I can always look back when the infrastructure of my memory is physically not so good. Not that it’s a good memory but I feel its an event that critically shaped myself and my sister (even more so) into the people we are today.

The whole story is too long and slightly personal for me to share, I had it up prior but removed it. But if you would like to read the whole thing you can contact me via email 🙂

‘It was her tiny frame; her innocence. The pale blue shade of her bruised skin. But more importantly it was her ignorance and inability to comprehend the sheer gravity of her unjust predicament. And while she ate her fries, and played with her happy meal toy, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would grow up with this little creature or if she would soon leave me and gently fade into a mere memory. A memory and love I would carry forever.’