my sister sat on the floor,
coloring on a giant piece of red
paper.
"what ya got there,
Kristin?" i asked.
she
looked up at me with her big blue eyes and
said,
"i'm making a
card."
"for
who?" i wondered.
"It's this kid
at my school. he was absent on his
birthday..."
i watched her
sign her name with a heart and close up the
paper.
"hey lauren,
will you drive me to his house to drop it
off?"
i nodded my head
because it was obvious she liked this
kid.
my sister
smiled and put on her shoes.
when we got in the car my sister knew exactly
where to go.
i was
listening to her directions as we pulled up to the
driveway.
but it
was no house we had arrived at, it was the
hospital.
i followed my
sister into the front door and over the the
desk
"can i see
billy franklin?" my sister
asked.
the nurse smiled and
let my sister follow behind her.
we arrived to this room with the name billy franklin on
the door in crayon.
i
watched as my six year old sister walked up to his
bed.
the little boy looked very
weak, with loose patches of hair.
it was easy to tell he had
cancer
but my sister walked
up to him and handed him his card
suddenly, he looked less weak as he started to
smile.
"i felt bad you
missed your birthday. i love you, billy..." my sister
said.
the poor little
boy smiled and gave my sister a little half
hug.
my eyes were getting
teary as my sister held his hand and just talked to
him.
now that, was love.