Just a quick write here
“It’s okay to cry.” These were the words spoken to me by my sister, Scarlet when I was a little kid, and would get in trouble. I was always so ashamed of crying in front of everyone else, I’d wait for night to come when everyone would be asleep, and run into her room. There I would let the tears spill down my cheek, she used to stay there with me, and calm me down until I fell asleep, my tears dampening her nightgown.
Whenever I cried, I always felt bad, bad for being weak, and bad for wasting my sister’s time. But she never saw it that way, she would tell me I was a strong girl, and that I should never be ashamed to be open about my feelings. And then I would feel better.
But those days are over, Scarlet is gone forever, she died of Typhoid fever two weeks ago. In those two weeks, I have not once left my room. Okay well, being realistic, I have, but only for food, and the bathroom. Besides that I just stay in bed, with the door closed and t