Nina

I kissed the warm wood of her casket just before she was lowered into the shadows of her grave. My heart, my friend, and my little girl since our mama died in a blizzard so many years ago. I returned to work a week later, still struggling to function and put on a normal facade. I had asked that my coworkers not mention her death; I knew I could not attempt to comment without breaking down. I heard that one coworker had commented, "What's her problem; it's only her sister." A week later she got the news that her sister was dead. She died as my sister had, from a car accident. Karma