Tomorrow is my older sister's 8th death anniversary. Worse, she died in front of my eyes. She was 3 years older than me. She was on the bus back home from school, and it collided with a truck. I was in my bus nearby, looking out of the window. I was 8 at the time. In the collision, she, one of my cousins, and 2 of my sister's friends died. We went through so much together - for instance - surviving a house fire. Yes, a house fire. No one died, thankfully. You know what? Tomorrow there's a national school football/soccer cup final. I'm gonna win it for her. And I'm gonna score a hat-trick. I'll try, at least. I'm the captain. I won't celebrate normally, I'll point to the sky.
And thats the reason why.
