Everyone said they were sorry for my loss. Sorry they could not save my family. They all wanted to help me I knew they could’nt. I looked at the picture in my hands. The one possession I had. It was a picture of my family.

We were all laughing and smiling our brightest with the summer trees in the background. What a wonderful world where life is a perfect as a picture. A world that has happy endings. It was the only comfort I had as I was watching my home burn to the ground and the memories of my family burned with it. My live what changed by a simple match or a spark. It blew up my whole world.
They all tried to comfort me, but no one knows the pain I feel on the inside. You can not replace a family with anything. Not a bouquet of roses. Not a million sympathy cards.  I can say my cousins are my family, but I know it will never be the same.
  I was escaping the burning house I saw my little sister. I saw pain on her face. A pain no one should have. I could have saved her. Only one of us would have made it. I wish it was her. I want her to finish her life more than anything. She will never go to high school. Never fall in love. Her life was cut short. Then I think of my pain in living and would never want to put that pain on her. 

The world thinks dying would be the worst pain. I know the truth. The real truth. Things do not always work out in the end. I know how it really goes. There are no happy endings. I know the worst pain is living when everyone you love has died and what a terrible pain this is.