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I stand, motionless, staring at the dead body in front of me. Her stormy blue eyes slowly roll in to the back of her head. She told me that the best things in life must go, but I didn’t expect her to go so soon.

 

My name is Gregory Shift, 12 years ago, my sister passed away. 12 years have passed and I have yet to get over my sister’s death. She was everything to me. It hurts to see someone like that pass away but when she was the only one who cared, its hard to live without her. I am now 25, working for a Costco in Arvada, Colorado. Though my sister left this world for a better one nearly half my life ago, I still cry on a nightly occurrence.

 

I slouch in anger and hatred as I storm out of the hospital room. I run outside and stare up at the sky. In a little more than a whisper, I exclaim, “Okay god. I know you did this for a reason. I may not know it now but I hope you tell me someday.”

 

After walking nineteen blocks to my house, I see my mother walking out of our small, cozy house.

 

“You worthless, ignorant, thieving little bastard! You killed the only child I had that I wanted. I hope you go hang yourself. Can’t you tell you’re not wanted?”

 

Expressing my hatred and lividness to my mother, I shout, “I have heard enough shit in the short 13 years of my life. Go to hell mother.”

 

I ran off.