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“Hi baby,” I heard my mom say to my little sister, Tabitha.
“H….hi…..mom,” Tabitha choked out. For some reaso..
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"Are you scared?" I asked Tibby that night.
"No," She stated in a firm voice.
"Your not?" I asked. It was really personally, bu how was she NOT scar..
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"Does anybody want a sandwich?" Mom asked sweetly. It was just a
cover-up. Everything seemed to be covered up around our house now.
"Yeah, I want o..
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"Andrew?" Tibby asked weakly.
I looked up at her. "Yeah?" I asked.
"I'm sorry," She softly told me.
Confused, I asked, "Why?"
"I'm sorry for makin..
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Everything was different now. Time was more fragile. Things seemed to go to fast, too soon. All the good things where little.
She's scheduled for a ..
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The surgery is over. I’ve been in the waiting room forever. Their still
getting Tibby ready for us to go back in there. I don’t want to..
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The doctor shied away from me. "I understand how hard it can be for you but--" He began.
"No. No, no you don't understand at all. Do you have a siste..
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Hope-to have a wish to get or do something or for something to happen
or be true, especially something that seems possible or likely.
Wish-to have a..
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I held Tibby’s hand tightly that night. She squeezed my hand and I held
hers, still. Her grip loosened. I looked at her. She was paler then
us..
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A week after Tibby went to the angel’s wings. After she turned into a piece of Heaven.
It wasn’t gloomy or dark on the day of her funeral..
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