30 Day Writing Challenge

Day 8 —Tell your life story from someone else’s point of view.

(A/N I've been so excited for this day! I hope you enjoy it.)

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You may not believe me when I write this, you may not believe who I am or who I am with. You may think death results in nothingness. I don't think that, in fact that isn't true. I write this from a place better, better than the best thing you could ever experience. This is my story, I don't know if you'll choose to believe it, but this is it. To understand me, you had to understand them.

My family was alive, they weren't with me, but I didn't mind. My mother and two sisters lived in North Carolina, at first with my father. My parents had held my dead body in their arms, but I already knew that she was going to be okay. That my mom would have someone else, my baby sister. 

Let me tell you about my sisters, I'll start with my baby sister first. She was strong, she was mature, she was forced to grow up fast, but she could handle it. Her name was Leighann, and I knew as I watched them from above, that she needed someone watching over her. They all did, my father had chosen a high over them, and they all were faced with the reality of it. They overcame, they would still contact him and not shut him out forever, and from what I saw that was the best thing for them. 

When you watch your baby sister from above, you wonder if she knows. Get this; she knew, she honored me, when she could see the stars she would find the brightest one; and that one would be me. She knew I was watching over them. I saw as she left elementary school, as she had her first kiss, as she cut her hair, as she wrote for the first time. 

Her life was intricate, her life was something that fit her. Of course she felt lonely at times, like she had no one, but she always laughed. She always made things humorous, she knew when to cry. She lived to the fullest, and she wasn't done yet.