Let me tell
you a story about a girl named Aaliyah.
She was five. I was four. Even though we were a year separated I
seemed to be the more mature one. She always followed me around
like a lost pup. I didn't know what was so special about me,
but I let her. After a while it grew annoying, I told her to
leave me alone and then got scolded by the teacher. After that I
let her follow me around and we grew a friendship. Then one day
we got into a little argument (I don't evenremember what it
was about) and I thought the most horrible things about her. And
guess what, that night she died. There wasn't enough time to
forgive each other before the fire that killed bothe her and her
siblings. Today I still partially blame their death on myself or
sometimes I think it was God teaching me a cruel lesson. Either
way every day I live for her. I give the best advice I can and
try to be the best friend I can be. I always try to be all
smiles and giggles for her and whenever I do get upset save the
tears for when I'm alone. Maybe then she'll look down on
me from heavan and be proud. Though shes not here anymore I still
feel like she is my life.