We didn't hear her crying until it was time for me to go to school.
Then we had to calm her down and I ran out of time to make a lunch.
As I ran out of the house, I asked Dad if I could go to Mindy's house after school and he said yes.
Then he carried Sarah to her bed.
I played with Mindy and her brothers.
I stayed home the next day from school.
And the next.
I stayed home three days throwing up. It was disgusting. I wouldn't want do to that again.
Come to think of it, I never did again.
At the funeral, Mindy's mom and dad put her treasure box in the casket with her.
It was sad to me that no one else would get to play with those treasures.
I know Mindy would want me to have the red car.
It sits on my shelf with all my other treasures.
It reminds me of Mindy.
She was my friend.
Dad said we needed to move for my well-being. I told him I wanted to stay in my class because I was making friends now.
I finished out the year and then we moved.
I was the new kid again.
I hated being the new kid.
But I'm strong and will get over it.
I can keep in the bad thoughts and ideas and not give in to the voices that tell me otherwise.